Healing

THE RESULTS!

 Tuesday: The day after his surgery- No, that's his lip, not his tongue...

Thursday: Isn't that bloodstache™ lovely? (thank you for the term "bloodstache", Kylie.)

Friday: Looking MUCH more chipper.

 Saturday: IT CAME OFF!

 Sunday: Feeling about as good as the Broncos did after the game :(

 Tuesday: Had our check up today!

 Everything looks GREAT! We notice a huge difference in the symmetry of his nose, and the swelling is nearly gone!

We have had a VERY crazy week.

Tuesday was our first real day home after Noah's surgery. It was a pretty scary day for us. Noah was so swollen that it hurt to look at him, I'm pretty sure I cried at least every five minutes, quite often it's because I was crying with him. He was on some heavy duty pain killers and we were setting an alarm for exactly every four hours to make sure he had it on time to keep on top of his pain. Between his inability to relax, the fact that he couldn't sleep alone, and having to give him medicine every four hours, no one slept a wink Tuesday night. (Not to mention Rory's middle of the night feeding on top of all that.)

Luckily Tuesday was the worst of it, which was good because we all were already EXHAUSTED, to say the least.

We decided that a priesthood blessing was the best medicine. The very next day we noticed a big difference in the swelling, our prayers were answered.

With each day his energy grew, and we administered less and less medicine. By his second day home he had already adapted to his elbow immobilizers and was working on rubbing his face with his shoulder. I was a constant nervous wreck as he played, hovering over his every move to make sure he didn't touch his face on ANYTHING. Yikes!

He has been breezing through this trial with skill and ease. I have to admit I'm envious.

I had prepared myself for how hard it would be for him. He would be losing weeks of his independence because of a choice I had made for him. I was constantly worried about any pain he would be in, or how frustrated he would be while he healed. I had no idea that it wouldn't change his life at all, but it would effect me greatly.

Jordan and I have spent the entire week in separate beds. Him with Noah to keep him from rolling on or rubbing his swollen face, and me with Rory to keep up with her night time feedings so she wouldn't wake Noah or Jordan from any precious slumber they might get.

I had to lay down my pride and accept help from any and all sources. Noah could not be left alone at any moment. He couldn't be trusted not to find a way to rub his fragile mouth, and he wasn't stable enough to catch himself with his immobile arms if he were to fall. He had to be rocked to sleep, and held once he was slumbering. All to ensure he would continue to heal properly.

I, literally, didn't have a spare second to myself.

I worked through the week with little more consciousness than a zombie. I found myself irritated with everyone and everything, even my husband who was 100% on my team. It was also clear that Noah was completely irritated with me, and my hovering and he wanted his independence back even more than I wanted mine.

When Monday came and Noah's dissolvable stitches came out, we finally decided that,if we could rock him to sleep so he wasn't up running around his room in the dark, he was healed enough to sleep alone. At least until he woke up, then it would be back to no independence for the night. Jordan and I were finally able to snuggle into the same bed. Noah slept like a rock ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.  Thank Heavenly Father for his tender mercies. I slept until Rory woke up to eat, then went right back to sleep. It was probably the best night of sleep in my life, mostly because I've never cherished it like I did then.

We are all healing from a very eye-opening week. We have been so blessed that it wasn't worse than it was, and that Noah has had exactly zero complications, and he's getting back to his own schedule. I am blessed to find out how fortunate we are to be able to have such sweet independence in our lives, and I am grateful that we will never take it for granted again.

Our next obstacle is the appointment at Primary Children's later this month for little miss Aurora. Praying for more positive results, and some steps towards remission.

Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers!