Last month we took Elly to Medical City Dallas to have her soft palate repaired. Though we'd been reassured that it was a fairly simple surgery, I was still nervous. It meant putting a baby under anesthesia. I'd also heard comments about "bad repairs", and so I knew that repairs could be done well or not so well, and that how well it was done would affect her speech later on. In that last week I took her everywhere with me, even if others were available to watch her. I just didn't want my peaceful sweetheart far from my side.
The morning of surgery Elly was mad as h*** to be awakened early and not fed. I figured she'd be a screaming baby for three hours until they put her under. I was completely amazed that after falling asleep in the car on the way to the hospital she woke up when we arrived at the hospital and was calm and smiley and wiggly and delightful all through the waiting period. In the pre-op area I was walking with her and she fell fast asleep in my arms five minutes before they came to take her. I got to pass a sleeping baby off to the nurse with no trauma. I really feel like people were praying in those moments, and God answered.
Across from us an 8 year old boy was going in for a repair on his palate, and he and his mom both showed cleft lip repairs. Next to us was a toddler with multiple symptoms who was going in to sew up a repair that had reopened. She had a seizure while waiting in pre-op. I was reminded that Elly's cleft is relatively simple.
I stayed that night in the hospital with Elly, spending most of the time swaying with her, because the only thing she wanted was to be held by momma. My back and shoulder were so sore by the time we went home, but oh, that's all I wanted to do. Just take care of her. It was a relief to have the IV and monitors taken off so that she was at least cord free. It was a surreal night, mostly awake but sometimes dozing in the dark with her carefully cradled, avoiding pulling on all the cords, with my phone and kindle and water and pump in arms reach. There are a lot of nights watches as a mother, and it is a constant conversation of prayer for her.
But you, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high. I call out to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain. I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me. Ps 3:3-5