Wednesday, June 11
^ this day has been on the brain for two months now. It seemed so blessedly far away.
It's been a good day. But first, my "hate-ables." A hyphenated word I've just conjured. I've decided to allow myself just a few each day. Acknowledge that some ugliness was there, then move on.
First, the sterilizing wipes. We had an appointment last week to check that Bennett was healthy enough for heart surgery. While there, the nurse gave me detailed instructions of preparation and care. A bath the night before, last meal of breastmilk at 2:30 am, and sterilize his chest with special wipes. They look just like a small package of regular baby wipes. The nurse handed two packages over like a couple expired issues of National Geographic. I literally shuddered holding them in my hands. It was no longer indirect. I was aiding and abetting these people opening him up. I hated the wipes so much, Once at home, I immediately chucked them under the sink out of sight. Luckily I was looking for toiletries to pack the night before, or I would have forgotten them altogether.
Hospital smells. Call me a blue jay, but I prefer my young to smell like the nest. I don't like my precious baby smelling anything different from his own heavenly self.
The way he cries out in pain when he wakes up. The way beeping monitors accompany him because it means his blood pressure is going up. The way he seems to be looking in my eyes saying, "do something!" It reminds me a lot of my Monday night, when I was saying the same thing in a tearful prayer.
Things went smoothly as soon as I was able to ignore a pounding heart like I'd never felt erupting in my chest. Fell asleep around 11, woke up at 2:30 to feed him the most humongous bottle of breastmilk ever (he wouldn't be eating for a few days). I just held him after that. I was grateful in that moment.
The smoothness continued for the morning while my husband held my hand on the drive to the hospital. We got into pre-op, and he got to pick a beanie baby! Those things still exist?? Phoenix children's investing in their future with beanie babies, just like 10-year-old me. He picked a bescaled, spiky lizard.
At this point, Bennett hasn't eaten in 6 hours. He typically demands 5 oz every two hours. But he never let on! He was a brave boy for mommy. He played with me an hour and a half in pre-op. I like to dangle blankies over him and softy sweep his frame, up and down. Then drop it on him, like a collapsing circus tent. I felt light and joy in those tender moments in that quiet room, just my baby and Steven. We sang songs, we laughed. We cried.
The procedure went well, and dr. velez was "very happy" with the surgery and how Bennett was looking. He had warned us in pre-op about his aorta not being long enough to stretch across the removed narrowing, causing another coarctation, meaning another surgery in the future. But he said there had been plenty for him to work with when they got in the OR. I am grateful to know that he was an openly faithful man, and shared his feelings with us about the way God created the miraculous heart. I wonder if he felt all he many prayers offered for his hand to be guided.
Reformed Jack Sparrow. Our second nurse on the heart floor during our first day in recovery. I dubbed him thusly and used the phrase to describe him to my sister-in-law who has spent many days on the heart floor with her daughter. She knew exactly who I was talking about!! Covered in tattoos, and waaay talkative. Great stories. I especially loved the one about trading the Black Pearl for a Prius :) don't tell him
His nurse now is heaven sent. I've been praying for help to get me through this first difficult night. She is assuring and reassuring every moment. Things like "that's totally normal," "he's so handsome!" and calling Bennett "Bubba" have this mama resting a little easier.
Darcy visited us. She was so sweet. She gave Bennett his lizard, something pretty uncharacteristic of her, when there are new stuffed animals. She didn't want to leave him behind.
There were little things. Maybe to some people, they wouldn't have made any difference. But little things that made me laugh today. A nurse mistaking Bennett for a girl, then saying, "oh, he's just so beautiful!" A brothers congratulatory text after surgery saying Bennett had a cool Ironman heart now. Reformed Jack Sparrow. Things that proved to me that Heavenly Father knows me perfectly, knew what I needed today: a tender, light heart facing a somber day. All these little thing made a big difference in my day.