Praise the Lord, Reed's surgery went well!
Yesterday I got the news that we would be required at the hospital at 11:30am and that Reed would need to stop eating at 7:30am. I was a little stressed about this as Reed eats at 6am and then every 4hrs after that. This would mean that we would have a pretty cranky baby on our hands when we arrived at the hospital.
Well, Dane and I woke up at 6:45 and Reed was still asleep! I immediately said to Dane that God was lookin' out because Reed has NEVER slept that late (almost 12 straight hours) and since we could now feed him at 7, he wouldn't be too fussy since he'd be due to eat right about the time we got to the hospital. Awesome.
We had a pleasant morning. Reed ate and took a nap. We went on a walk.
My dad and Pat met us at the hospital at 11:15 and up we went to the 6th floor of Children's Hospital. They took us right back to his room and the nurse started collecting his vitals. This doctor and that doctor came in, explained what they were going to do and asked if we had any questions. Then, around 12:30, they carried him off.
As we were waiting I happened to catch a glimpse of someone who looked like the daughter of a professor Dane and I had in Greenville. I didn't get a good look though, so I brushed it off. About 10 minutes later I saw her husband, the soccer coach at Greenville, walk by our room. Their daughter was recovering in the room right next to ours! My dad said, "another sign from God!"
About 45 minutes later, the doc came back in and told us everything went fine and they would be calling us into recovery to collect him soon. Not 5 minutes later did the recovery nurse come in with him, a bit flustered saying he woke up "ballistic" and desperately needed food. We fed him and soon enough they took him off of his IV. He slept for about another 45 minutes and when he woke up he was in a good mood, so we signed some papers and were told to go home.
On the way out, Reed was allowed to pick out a stuffed animal from their treasure chest. Given the choice of teddy bears and stuffed dogs, my son's face lit up and he grabbed the camel. He has barely put it down since.
My work had a professional development day at my boss's house, which is right on the way home, so since Reed was in a good mood and my boss has been dying to introduce our sons (born only a week apart) we stopped by for a few minutes. They were happy to see Reed and it was so funny to get the two boys next to each other. Justice (her son) has about 10lbs on Reed....and Justice is the younger one!
Here are some pics of the adventure:
On our way to the hospital, Reed with his stuffed Lamb (Ewe-gene)
Just back from surgery and not too happy. You can see the IV still in.
Reed and his Camel (Dane calls him "Sandy"). His eyes will be red like that for about a week.
Fast Friends. Reed and Justice meet for the first time.
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