Ian is doing really well. The first few days after surgery were hard. He was in pain, so we just made sure to give him pain meds as frequently as he could have them to stay ahead of the pain. The pain is to be expected after a surgery like the one he had. Needless to say, he also slept A LOT. The pain medicines work well, but they also knock him out. One night he slept from 8:30pm to 9am the next morning.
We took the bandage off his side (hip) on Saturday night. Wow! is all I can say. We didn’t know what to expect, but we didn’t expect eight inches of staples under there. I guess I was just expecting blue surgical thread… But, nope. We counted and he has 28 staples keeping that skin together. Please pray for no infection. 🙂
We still haven’t seen his hand. We know it won’t be pretty. Dr. Pederson warned me of that. I don’t know what to expect. Ian has been looking up you tube videos of pins in thumbs and has found some pretty gruesome ones. The pin in there is probably really, really long. The videos show someone pulling it out, and the patient usually yelling in disbelief. I can tell Ian is already dreading the day when that pin will have to come out. We think that will be 3 weeks after the day of the surgery. We have an appointment this Wednesday for the big reveal. Pederson is out of town for a conference, so one of his fellows is going to take a look to make sure that everything is healing. Ian finished his last dose of antibiotics last night, so we are really hoping to keep infection away. Please continue to pray for no infection.
I’ve been so tired lately. I’ve been feeling sorry for myself. I feel like I have to take care of everyone. I don’t sleep as much as I’d like. I don’t have time for myself. Lately, I’ve even had some awful headaches that have been slowing me down. I’ve found that when I get down like this, God always kicks my rear end back in gear. Sunday afternoon I decided to take a nap during the day while the boys napped. I had a terrible dream. In my dream Ian had really died. I was so so sad, and I really didn’t know what I would do. My dad tried to comfort me in the dream, but I remember saying, “Nothing will ever be the same. I can’t be ok. I miss him too much.” I woke up with a new sense of gratefulness. That dream could have been my reality, but thankfully it is not. Since then, I am trying to be more positive. We knew that surgery would set us back. I was getting used to Ian’s independence. I loved that he could drive her to school in the morning so I didn’t have to wake the boys and get them ready so early. For now, I’m back to being all things for everyone. With a thankful heart. 🙂
Thank you, friends, for your prayers. We appreciate them so much!
Thank you, too, for the wonderful meals our family has received and will continue to receive for the next couple of weeks. They are so helpful!
Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.