Knock on Wood

This is an outfit that although, cute, you never hope to have to see your kids in...knock on wood.

Today Will had to go in for some scheduled surgery. I suppose it was minor in nature, but anytime that they have to put you under general anesthesia, and insert a breathing tube, it never feels minor to the mom! Here he is before.
Here he is being wheeled away. He was incredibly calm, this probably had everything to do with the fact that we didn't really tell him much of what was going to happen to him. I figure it would have only panicked him. I'm sure though that he left that surgical center today thinking, "That was the most jacked up doctor's appointment ever!" We only told him he'd be going to see the doctor today--I think that he has forgiven us already, though.

Will, after. Josh's frown is posed; Will's is not. Coming out of anesthesia is a rough process for anyone, but especially for a little guy. He felt crummy.

This is Will sucking on the magical sucker that is supposed to take away that nagging side effect of the anesthesia of nausea and vomiting---it didn't work :(

Now he is at home, sleeping peacefully next to me. I brought his bed in and set it up next to mine, because I couldn't imagine him waking up and me not being able to help him immediately, thus, the room change. While Will was back having the surgery, it allowed Josh and I some quiet time to talk. It's funny, because even though, we felt totally comfortable with the doctor and the facility, and knew that everything would likely be ok, there is still that moment, when you feel helpless as the parent, and you can't help but get teary eyed as you talk about the things you love about that kid. This is the same kid that was nearly banished to an eternal time out yesterday for dumping his Capn' Crunch all over the floor, and today, I would have been willing to spend the rest of my days cleaning up his Capn' Crunch if he could just be all right. At one point Josh looked at me, and said, "I know this sounds ridiculous, because I know it's not true, but it seems impossible that Heavenly Father can love us as much as I love Will." He is right, it's not true. It is, however, amazing that Heavenly Father can PERFECTLY love us beyond what we are capable to understand, and offers us the gift of the Holy Ghost, who knows how to precisely succor us when no other earthly thing can. So, while hear on this earth, it seems fitting that as we were allowed to go back with Will the nurse told me that from the time he woke up he just wanted his mom--because for this life, God has given Will me to be his primary source of comfort, but I am thankful that Will has a Father in Heaven who can perfectly succor him, when I don't know how to, and I have Capn' Crunch milk dripping down my hair. Blessings! and may we never have to experience this again...knock on wood.