A few months ago we decided, after meeting with Asher's urologist, that he needed a simple, out-patient surgical procedure to help fix some things that would hinder his independence as he gets older. He went in for the short procedure and came out a sore but happy boy. There was the normal stress of caring for the wound and making sure everything was healing correctly, administering meds and cuddling. Not too hard, we're pretty old hands at that stuff by now.
A few weeks later we met with Caedmon's urologist, who happens to be the same urologist Asher has, and discussed a complicated surgery that Caedmon needed in order to be more independent as he gets older. We decided to schedule the surgery sooner rather than later because we wanted him to be healed and happy when Kindergarten starts in the fall. He spent five days in the hospital, four of those fasting. Everything went according to plan and he is healing well and doing great.
I've been processing a lot in my head over the past few months. It's never easy making the decision to send your child in to surgery. Sometimes it is a litle easier, when things are very straight forward and obvious but other times it would be so much nicer to be able to wait until your child grows up and can make the decision for themselves. With Caedmon this surgery is not reversible, it is a newer procedure, and medical advances seem to be happening so much faster, what if there is a better option when he grows up? There is so much to consider, so much to take in and sometimes the decisions need to be made much faster than I would like to make them.
I find myself falling back more and more on the promise that God will work all things together for good so I can move on with confidence that we have done what is best for our children and rest in the hope that everything will come around right.
Life is just beautiful and messy and never as easy as you imagine it will be when you are dreaming and planning your future. That's what makes it so much fun!
