Today, Jackson had surgery to probe his clogged tear ducts. Since birth, Jackson has had lots of problems with water pooling in the corner of his eyes along with globs of goo and collect there too. This morning we woke up bright and early to go to the hospital. Jackson thought it was fun exploring his pre-op room filled with new toys like rubber gloves, a sliding door, and cabinets full of curious treasures (aka bed pans). But, once the nurses started poking and proding him he wasn't thrilled. He refused to sit still long enough to get his blood pressure checked. He did not like his new bracelet they put on his wrist either. The worst part for me was carrying him back into the operating room where I had to hold him while they gave him sleeping gas. Next time, I'll let Jason do that part. I came out in tears. Jackson's surgery went well. It was a bit more complicated than they thought but the problem has been resolved. After lots of cuddling, a half bottle of sweet potato puffs, and rid of that pesky IV, Jackson seems to be doing much better this afternoon. While waiting there today for my little boy to go through this minor surgery, I realized many things: 1) I'm grateful for the great medical care we received today and the skill Jackson's doctors possess; 2) I'm grateful for a husband who understands medicine to calm my fears; 3) I was reminded that even though we think our life's trials are difficult, there are always others who are going through more difficult, more traumatic experiences as I learned listening to several families fighting, crying, and distraught over their circumstances; 4) I'm grateful for answered prayers.
