|Better days with his brothers in Kaui.|
It had been about a week and a half since the big surgery, but finally things were starting to get better. Christopher's tiny little body finally started to heal itself, and I got to hold him. I was scared to death to pick him up. I didn't want to hurt him. I just couldn't get over that "open incision." Unfortunately, I got a good look at it when the nurse came in to change the gauze. I hadn't planned on looking, but she said it had closed a lot. She said it was looking better. Okay...'better" is not the word I would have used to describe it. Alarming, upsetting, disgusting...those are the words I probably would have used, but nonetheless I got an eyeful of the catastrophic scar left on my infant son. It made me sick to my stomach. I could actually see the layers of his skin, fat, and muscle. This was supposed to be "better?" If it looked this bad now, would did it look like before? When he was born, he was flawless, perfect. Now here he was with this open, awful incision that looked like something out of a horror movie. That's going to close up right? It isn't always going to look like that is it? She reassured me that in time it would heal up and look better. There was that word again, "better." It seemed like her version of "better" and mine were not the same thing.
I didn't dare try to pick him up on my own. After she changed his gauze, she put him in my lap. I sat for hours and held him. As I rocked back and forth, he nestled in my arms and seemed so content to be at home again with his mommy. I rocked. He slept.
As I watched him sleep, I felt thankful. The catheter was out. He was able to urinate on his own. I laughed to myself as I thought that if he could talk he would probably tell me how happy he was to get that thing out! He had also been able to produce a bowel movement, so that meant his body was finally waking up from its' anesthetic induced sleep. Most people consider an important "first" to be getting a tooth or crawling for the first time. Sadly, a big "first" for Christopher was being able to go to the bathroom on his own without medical intervention. It's amazing how your focus and priorities change in a situation like this. I was actually excited and thankful about "potty issues." What a sad and pathetic turn of events.
|No pain here (and no catheters either), just smiles!|
At that moment, I just wanted to enjoy holding him, rocking him. It was one of those normal mom/baby bonding things that we had missed out on so much lately. Tomorrow they would begin the tube feedings. My mind wanted to go to all the things that could possibly go wrong. After all, it seemed like just when we took two steps forward, we were always finding ourselves taking four steps back! No, I wasn't going to think about that now. I was going to savor this moment. Tomorrow would take care of itself.
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