Day of Surgery

It’s 5:30 a.m. and we’re heading to the UIHC for the boy’s surgery. The surgeries were scheduled back-to-back and Connor went first. We never imagined the pain we’d feel as we left our child in another’s hands. - But ultimately we knew they were in His hands and He would take care of them. – The pictures below are of the boys when they were in the recovery room post-surgery. It was frightening to see them as they were very pale, crying, and each had 2 ivs and a blood line open. The nurses said when babies undergo Anesthesia and start to come out of it they feel very strange and they’re scared and that crying is the way they are able to tell us something is wrong. We just felt totally helpless. They came out with these hats on and all I could see were those stitches sticking out. I started to freak out but the nurses quickly explained to us they were just “whiskers” for the dog decoration one of the OR nurses had drawn on them. Whew. About a ½ hour after they came into the recovery room we were allowed to feed them some pedilight. Thank goodness, because by this time they hadn’t ate in about 12 hours! They were starving. After they could tell the pedilight was staying down we were able to give them some milk. A few hours later we were moved up to the Pediatrics Intensive Care Unit for the night.