It is amazing how time can fade all memories. It has only been a week since our little Beckam was handed to the nurse and walked back to the operating room but it feels like a lifetime ago. On Saturday, December 6 we packed up and headed for the hospital at 6 a.m. It was amazing how calm Jared and I were knowing that our little one would soon face surgery, the Lord truly calmed our nerves and softened our hearts.
Once we reached the hospital we headed up to check in at same day surgery and to begin our wait. I was so nervous that
Beckam would cry and cry as we were waiting for him to go into the OR because he
couldn't eat anything the night before or the morning of. However, once again our littlest angel
surprised me and was as happy as could be. He smiled, he laughed, he played, he cooed and then when he was done he snuggled right up with Jared and his blanket and went to sleep. The nurses were so amazed with him and kept saying, "he is such a happy baby!" which made for one happy mommy.
Once he had been weighed, measured, tested, and checked out by the doctor the time came. This was by far the most emotional time for Jared as he had to hand his sleeping little baby over to the nurse and watch as she carried him away. I was fine up until this point almost to the point that the nurses were confused why the daddy was so emotional but the mom was calm and composed. However, once
Beckam was no longer in sight the tears flowed easily. Jared and I headed to the waiting room only to see my visiting teacher waiting for her daughter to have her tonsils out. It was a nice distraction to chat with someone about something other than what was happening only a few rooms away. Surgery was supposed to start at 7:30 however they had a difficult time getting an ART line in because of all of his chub so we were a little
surprised to see the nurse enter the waiting room, with clippings of
Beckam hair in hand, at 9:30 to inform us that surgery had just started. We continued to wait and wait and wait until we saw the doctor emerge from the OR doors at 12:30 p.m.
Dr. Peoples was all smiles and very pleased with how the surgery had gone. He told us that it was better than he could have ever asked for. Jared was so happy that he no longer had to worry about the anaesthesia that he
jumped up from his chair, hugged the doctor and said "thank you!" The doctor was so
surprised but then looked at me and said, "well, if he is going to hug me I am going to hug you" and gave me a huge hug. Jared and I
couldn't wait to see
Beckam so we raced to the
PICU.
I was very anxious to see my little one but also so very apprehensive of what I would see. Once we finally reached the pediatric floor Jared instantly saw
Beckam and we went running. The nurses were still getting him all set up and so we
couldn't give him anything to eat or snuggle him, all we could do was talk to him and try to comfort him through touch and words. I was
extremely amazed that he looked so much better than I expected but also much more fragile than I had considered. But the thing that amazed us both was how much better his head looked already. It was amazing!
As day one came and went we quickly became
acquainted with machines, cords, beeps and nurses. The staff was fantastic and I felt so comforted to know that they loved
Beckam and wanted him to not hurt as much as I did. We also learned to love
Pedialyte because it was the only thing he could keep down until a few days ago. It was oddly comforting to know that I could
at least comfort his tummy.
We also had several visitors, fun gifts, and well wishes. My mom offered to stay with
Beckam the first night since Jared and I had been at the hospital all day long. I
remember leaving the hospital feeling so encouraged, so hopeful that recovery would be a breeze, and so thankful for such wonderful family, nurses, and the love of the Lord.
When I reached the hospital the next morning I was once again
overwhelmed with emotion, my little one did NOT look so great any more. The swelling had dramatically increased, his coloring had paled, and I could literally feel his pain just standing next to him. His poor little eyes had swollen completely shut and would stay that way for 2 days. My heart broke for him and I continued to talk and talk to him because I
didn't want him to be scared. His neck was completely swollen along with the rest of his body and his
incision seemed to take up most of his head. However, he once again amazed me with his patience, his peace, and his strength to fight.
Day 3 went much like the day before however he started to improve after what seemed to be a turn for the worse. Although he was still so fragile, so sore, and so swollen he still held onto his sweet personality. They soon took off his bandage and covered his
incision with a little hat made out of the underwear they give you after you have a baby so that he
wouldn't rub or pull his
stitches. It was too cute even though he looked a bit like a little girl with a big bow. On Monday night, the night Jared stayed at the hospital, I got a call at 3:00 a.m. saying, "guess who is looking at me with one eye!" I was
ecstatic that
Beckam could finally see and by the time I saw him a few hours later he had both eyes open and had improved more than I could have ever imagined was possible.
I was so nervous once the doctor said we could take him home on on Wednesday because he still could not keep food down and still seemed so fragile and sore. However, once a silent pleading prayer was offered and I was able to get him up and moving a little bit more I found so much comfort in the opportunity to leave the hospital.
We had a few difficult days when we got home because of his
appetite, soreness, and
Cade getting sick with the croup but all in all it has been an amazingly
positive experience. It is amazing how the Lord teaches us to lean on Him, to put things in His hands, and to have faith. We have truly been surrounded by angels that have uplifted and comforted us all in our individual times of need.
(Beckam with Grandma)And here we are 8 days later. Playing, bouncing, smiling, eating, and just as happy as can be. I love this little bug, he just makes my heart and our home so peaceful and happy.
He is going to have one wicked scar but the more that I look at it the cooler it gets. He is our little baseball, our champ and our peaceful fighter. We are very blessed to have 2 incredible boys in our home!