Fifith Month....Hoorraayy!

May 21st was Noah's big day. Daddy was away in a training and I had to tackle this alone. My sister came along and I was grateful for that. But Daddy was missed. Noah was turning 5 months in about 10 days and we couldn't wait to celebrate without the distractors.

Surgery Day was long. Noah drank his milk at 6am and wasn't taken back to surgery until 1pm. Brutal. But God was good. Noah wasn't cranky; he survived the prep work and fell asleep for a nap as they rolled him away. He had no idea what hit him.

Next time I saw him He was whining and groggy. He was in pain and he was getting morphine what seemed like every 5 minutes. He was so swollen he looked like he weighed 30 lbs. I stayed with him that night. He was practically sedated and didn't wake to eat till about 3am and didn't take much. The following day he was given the okay to go home if he increased his feeds. We worked on it and back home I drove with him...alone.

The first night home he slept through the night and had one dose of pain medication. His appetite wasn't back yet and I worried a whole lot. He also wore mittens as not to pull the tape over his stitches. The next couple of days he slowly started to gain his appetite. His swelling worsen the two days after surgery. He looked like a sumo wrestler. A week after surgery he was back to his routine and looked a lot better.

We praise the LORD for bringing Noah through this. Now to heal and focus on growing.

Before prep work.

 Sumo

 1 week after surgery.