Yesterday Noah had surgery on a hernia discovered a couple weeks ago. Thanks for all of your emails, messages and prayers during this time.
“Fairly routine,” we were told.
Noah, however didn’t see it as routine and took the chance to become a neighborhood legend. He told EVERYBODY who would listen that he was having surgery.
“It’s for my hernia,” he told a woman in the bathroom at Hobby Lobby.
He would say it so matter of fact-ly and they would usually comment on how brave he seemed (his favorite part).
“I’m the luckiest boy,” he told me the day before the surgery, “I’m the only one on our street who will have a scar.”
Noah loves doctors, and, it would seem, hospitals. He loves interacting with adults- esp adults who are paid to answer all his questions.
Much to the chagrin of hospital personel, my dad doesn’t adhere well to the “strict parent only policy” in the pre op room.
Noah really seemed to handle the stress well…
“I’m getting tired already,” he told the anesthesiologist as he explained what would happen when he actually administered the anesthesia….
As they wheeled him down the hall, I gave thanks to God that we don’t do this often, that we are able to joke and laugh before this surgery because we have four amazingly healthy kids. So many parents have sat in the same room with grim circumstances and fearful hearts. What an amazing faith it would take to rest in Him, I don’t know that faith and I can only trust it would be given as needed.
After taking a couple hours to waken from drug induced sleep our biggest chore was keeping Noah off the bike and zip line…
take that hernia.