If you know me, you know I have never once lied about the lack of sleep in our house. It has by far been the hardest part of raising the girls. We felt about a year ago we were getting somewhere and then we had this little one habitually waking and coming in our room every single night. Emily is my petite and mighty little girl. From conception, she has always been “the one to watch,” like she was a Heisman Trophy candidate you kept your eye on all season to see what they would do. She always had us on our toes, our little Baby A. Coming into this world at just two pounds and 11 ounces, she has never failed to amaze us with her fighter attitude. She is not much of a complainer at all but we began noticing a pattern that worried us. She was not staying asleep and was exhausted in the morning. This little one would snore like nothing you heard before. I often would confuse her and my husband. Big Bear and Little Bear! She also would listen to things at such a high volume we wondered what was up! Well, after two medical opinions and tonsils like the size of Texas, we decided to proceed with having them removed. She also basically failed a hearing test and if that doesn’t make you feel awful as a parent that you didn’t know. Like I said, she is not a complainer and has always found a way to compensate.
Surgery of any kind is enough to make any parent weary and emotional. This would be her third set of ear tubes and first tonsillectomy. The end result is what we focused on and prayed about. The morning of her surgery I read from a devotional the following: “Some trust in and boast of chariots and some of horses, but we will trust in and boast the name of the Lord our God,” Psalm 20:7. It continued to speak to me and calm my nerves. It stated that trust is not confused, because it has no need to lean on its own understanding and does not give up or panic. Well, if God says so…That is what I was gonna do.
Her is our girl coloring patiently as we waited….Avery would have been bouncing off walls. Hehe. Camdyn at this point may have convinced us to leave all together.
And we waited some more….She decided to try on gloves and check out her Daddy’s teeth. I think she was thinking, “Yep Dad. They are big and white.” Haha. I suited up to go back with her until she was ready for the procedure. I was listening to her voice and how before it sounded as if she was holding her nose as she spoke. I thought that I may hear a new girl after all this and that was just ok with us. 20 minutes later is was all over and we were on our road to recovery.
The nurses said she opened her eyes and didn’t complain or cry and she honestly rarely has since. I truly think she is a reminder in my life of how to trust and have faith and overcome. She has always been my fighter and always been my reminder of the glory of God, just as her sister’s are as well.
The moments we get to snuggle and nurture just one of these girls at a time is slim. Surgery is not the ideal way to get personal time with your mom and dad but I think she has been pleased with it 🙂 She has just been all snuggles and by my side since Thursday. Her sister’s got her this yellow Care Bear and I think it really helped bring a little sunshine to her even when she didn’t want it. I don’t think I said a lot of “I love yous,” or gave kisses after any procedure I have had…This kiddo sure does and it was precious.
Just put it down in the books as another obstacle in parenthood fought and overcome! For that alone I will continue to put my trust in Him and try not to take other things in life so seriously. But again, you will never hear me lie when sleep is non-existent in this house.
Praying for peace and quiet in the night hours to come!