It's been almost 6 months since I wrote on this blog and my life is completely different today than when I last wrote on here. It's mother's day again and I have written several posts about my past mother's day experiences. I have had a full range of emotions when it comes to mother's day in the past 11 years ranging from it being hard to not be near my own mom to celebrate, to the heartache of the last mother's day before I was finally able to conceive and carry and baby to term, and then the sweetest of all, Mother's Day 2005 when my family and I stood in front of our whole church with many friends and family there to dedicate our precious Caleb James to the Lord.
But this mother's day is so completely out of the realm of anything I ever thought possible in my life. It is my first mother's day as a single mom. Yes, you read that right, a single mom. Almost 6 months ago, I began one of the most excruciatingly painful journeys of my life when my husband left our family. There are a handful of people on Facebook and other social media outlets that are aware that this happened, but for the most part, I've been silent about it online. And, until now, I needed to be. I have run a full range of emotion over the past 6 months and have been deeply grieving. But in the midst of my grief, I have come through a life-altering transformation of my relationship with my Lord and Savior. He has shown me that He, and He alone is the One I need. The One who gives me the strength every.single.day to raise my boys mostly on my own. Had you told me a year ago, or even 6 months ago, that I would be a single mom and in many ways thriving and doing better than I ever have, I would have laughed in your face. I would have told you, "Oh, I would DIE. There's NO WAY I could be a single mom. Nope. Couldn't do it.". Well, guess what? I didn't die. And I am doing it.
Many of my friends and dear co-workers, as they slowly found out what was going on in my world, have asked me, "How are you doing this? Your world got totally rocked and you're more peaceful than ever." The answer I give without a doubt, every single time I've been asked is simple: by the grace and mercy of my Savior. There is simply no other way I'd be doing this. That grace and mercy has included an AMAZING network of support around me. People who have done everything from send me encouragement cards, boxes of handwritten notes and goodies, helped me with childcare, brought us dinner or invited us over for dinner, playdates, prayers, texts of encouragement, taking care of my yard so I don't have to worry about it....and I could literally go on and on.
So, why now? Because I have loved blogging. I have enjoyed sharing the highs and lows of my journey as a mom to two precious little boys. Writing is therapeutic for me and I quickly found that many of my struggles were similar to others and we have been able to be mutually encouraging. And, to be completely honest, it's taken me until now to realize there is NO shame in being a single mom. While I will not share the details of our separation and beginning stages of divorce out of respect to the man who will always be the father of my children, this was NOT my choice. I am at a point of absolute peace knowing that I have done everything possible to facilitate reconciliation and it simply has not happened. And so, I find myself at the beginning of a new journey. I want to share it to continue to document the joys and sorrows of being a mama to my boys. I don't want to share it to get a flood of comments full of pity and sorrow. This is who I am now. This is my journey. I can't say that I'm totally ok with it yet, but I am getting closer every day. And I truly believe that the best is yet to come for me and my boys. I have no idea what that will look like yet, but I believe with my whole heart it is true.
I plan to continue to share the funny stories and adventures that come along with being a mom to my boys and some of the challenges too. It's just that my perspective has radically changed. But, at the end of the day, I'm still just a feisty redhead raising boys. I hope you'll continue to follow along on that journey.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, November 24, 2012
First "couponing" high
I have a friend, Bekah, who is a very savvy couponer. She is a full time stay-at-home-mom so her couponing is a part time job. She loves doing it and it's very helpful for her family. Lucky for me, she also likes teaching people how to navigate the world of couponing. So, yesterday after looking in the CVS and Walgreens ads and finding things that I actually wanted and/or needed that were on good sales, we went out to give it a shot.
At CVS, there were several items (Phillips earbuds, batteries, floss and matchbox cars) that I needed to get anyway. Each of those items gave you back the sale price in rewards bucks, so I accumulated about $14 of rewards bucks. The beauty of this particular venture was that there was a toy I wanted to get the boys for Christmas on sale for $12.99! So, I bought my stuff and then paid for the toy with rewards. I left there feeling pretty satisfied. But, the lesson wasn't over. Bekah wanted to show me the ropes at Walgreens.
At CVS, there were several items (Phillips earbuds, batteries, floss and matchbox cars) that I needed to get anyway. Each of those items gave you back the sale price in rewards bucks, so I accumulated about $14 of rewards bucks. The beauty of this particular venture was that there was a toy I wanted to get the boys for Christmas on sale for $12.99! So, I bought my stuff and then paid for the toy with rewards. I left there feeling pretty satisfied. But, the lesson wasn't over. Bekah wanted to show me the ropes at Walgreens.
My Walgreens haul
I got 6 packs of hair ties (seriously, I think I'm set until Jesus comes), 3 Thermacare wraps, 2 hair gels for the boys, and 2 hair products for my frizzy hair (oh, and 2 tubes of Carmex I forgot to throw in the picture). Regular price on all this stuff: over $60!!! Sale price: over $30!!!I stood at the register in awe at Bekah as she broke it all down into the best money saving transactions. So, get this: my price...wait for it....$3.88!!!!!!!!!!! Granted, I would NEVER buy all this at regular price or even this much at sale price, but for products I actually use, this was a HUGE score! I can definitely see how it can become addicting to shop like this! I will definitely have to go with Bekah a few more times before I'm proficient on my own but it's more fun to shop with a girlfriend anyway, right? Thanks, Bekah!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
My little man
After coming home from my amazing mommy vacation at the end of September, I had envisioned the month of October being one of catching up on projects, planting some fall flowers, cooking freezer meals and getting the house in order for after Noah's eye surgery. Well, after all my energy was re-directed to Caleb and his needs and a very busy month at work, let's just say, not much of that happened. Until last Monday, I had decided I just needed to let go of that, and we would get by just fine. Then, we had Noah's pre-op appointment.
There were several things I was not aware of until Monday. One is that for 2 weeks after eye muscle surgery, the eye muscles (and hence, eye balls) are not stable. The papers they give you say "no contact sports" but then the eye doctor's assistant goes on to describe what that translates to in toddler-land: no running, jumping, bike riding, scooter riding or anything other than just walking. Seriously? Anyone who has spent any time around a 3 year old knows that's just crazy. But, I totally get why it's that way, just not enjoying what that actually looks like. Oh, and no dirt, dust or sand. So basically, no going outside. Lovely. Then, we find out that as he grows, his eye will likely turn out again and he will require surgery again later in life (if you asked me today, I'd tell you he'll just have to suck it up and deal with a crazy eye til he's 18 cuz we're not doing this again), but I digress. Again, makes sense to me, but still kinda stinks to know this isn't a one-time deal. And, his eye will most likely turn in (aka be cross-eyed) for a few weeks after the surgery until his brain adjusts to the new position of his muscles. Needless to say, I left that appointment freaking out a little bit about what the next few weeks were going to be like.
We are now 2 days out from surgery and, honestly, it has been as rough as I thought it would be, but in the midst of the difficulty, I am reminded that there is much to be thankful for. First of all, there were no immediate consequences from the surgery or anesthesia, which is huge. The surgeon was very pleased with how the muscles were positioned and complimented him as having big, beefy muscles. :) But, equally as important is the amount of prayer and support we have been surrounded by. All day Thursday, I felt how enveloped we were in prayer. It was not an easy day, but we got through and did ok. I was blessed by the mother of a patient who has become a friend, who very honestly shared with me what to expect after surgery because no one had prepared her for what her son would look like after eye muscle surgery. I'll spare ya'll the details, but I cannot say enough what a blessing it was to be to be prepared for all that. We have also been blessed by a church family that has made up a meal schedule for us and my sweet sister who got more people on board with that. Just a simple thing like not having to think at all about dinner and having a warm, yummy meal to sit down to is wonderful. I'm also trying to see the silver lining in the amount of time I have spent sitting on the couch with Noah keeping him occupied and quiet, and have been catching up on the blog and some reading when he is quiet.
We are far from done with all this, but I'm hoping the worst is behind us and glad to know that when his eyes are all healed up, our little dude will actually have depth perception and will not fall and hit his head on stuff nearly as often. Thank goodness for that!
There were several things I was not aware of until Monday. One is that for 2 weeks after eye muscle surgery, the eye muscles (and hence, eye balls) are not stable. The papers they give you say "no contact sports" but then the eye doctor's assistant goes on to describe what that translates to in toddler-land: no running, jumping, bike riding, scooter riding or anything other than just walking. Seriously? Anyone who has spent any time around a 3 year old knows that's just crazy. But, I totally get why it's that way, just not enjoying what that actually looks like. Oh, and no dirt, dust or sand. So basically, no going outside. Lovely. Then, we find out that as he grows, his eye will likely turn out again and he will require surgery again later in life (if you asked me today, I'd tell you he'll just have to suck it up and deal with a crazy eye til he's 18 cuz we're not doing this again), but I digress. Again, makes sense to me, but still kinda stinks to know this isn't a one-time deal. And, his eye will most likely turn in (aka be cross-eyed) for a few weeks after the surgery until his brain adjusts to the new position of his muscles. Needless to say, I left that appointment freaking out a little bit about what the next few weeks were going to be like.
We are now 2 days out from surgery and, honestly, it has been as rough as I thought it would be, but in the midst of the difficulty, I am reminded that there is much to be thankful for. First of all, there were no immediate consequences from the surgery or anesthesia, which is huge. The surgeon was very pleased with how the muscles were positioned and complimented him as having big, beefy muscles. :) But, equally as important is the amount of prayer and support we have been surrounded by. All day Thursday, I felt how enveloped we were in prayer. It was not an easy day, but we got through and did ok. I was blessed by the mother of a patient who has become a friend, who very honestly shared with me what to expect after surgery because no one had prepared her for what her son would look like after eye muscle surgery. I'll spare ya'll the details, but I cannot say enough what a blessing it was to be to be prepared for all that. We have also been blessed by a church family that has made up a meal schedule for us and my sweet sister who got more people on board with that. Just a simple thing like not having to think at all about dinner and having a warm, yummy meal to sit down to is wonderful. I'm also trying to see the silver lining in the amount of time I have spent sitting on the couch with Noah keeping him occupied and quiet, and have been catching up on the blog and some reading when he is quiet.
We are far from done with all this, but I'm hoping the worst is behind us and glad to know that when his eyes are all healed up, our little dude will actually have depth perception and will not fall and hit his head on stuff nearly as often. Thank goodness for that!
My big boy
You may remember that last fall (you can read here if you don't), we had Caleb evaluated by a neuropsychologist who diagnosed him with ADHD (no surprise), and generalized anxiety disorder with possible OCD (quite surprising, actually). He is now doing well on two medications and has had a really good year, except for one issue: his weight. The medication for ADHD is a stimulant, which commonly suppresses appetite. We worked diligently from the beginning to keep his calorie intake up so that he would not lose weight (at 6 years, 49 pounds and 48 inches is pretty skinny) that he did not have to lose. He has held steady over the past year until a month ago. He had 2 doctor appointments 3 weeks apart and in that time he dropped to just above 44 pounds (now 7 years old and still 48 inches tall). Needless to say, we were all very alarmed. We have just recently switched pediatricians (a story for another day), so she was really concerned as these were the first two times we had ever seen her. We immediately went to work on a very structured daily meal plan packing in as many nutrient rich calories as possible. The pediatrician asked us to go see his neuropsychologist again to see what he thought of the situation because she thought it must be the medication, wanted us to work on increasing calories and to come back in 2-3 weeks.
John and I went and met with the specialist last Friday and he was quite puzzled by the situation, but was rather adamant that the medication could not be the sole cause for the sudden weight loss. If the medication were going to cause that kind of side effects, it would have done so in the first month or two, not a year later. When looking at the whole picture of all his current symptoms, he raised the question of if he might have a thyroid or adrenal gland issue. I had honestly never even thought about that nor had our previous pediatrician ever mentioned that. So, back to the pediatrician we went this past Tuesday. Caleb gained back almost 3 pounds which is AMAZING but at the same time, still puzzling as to why he dropped it in the first place and why he has essentially weighed the same and been the same height for 18 months now. I asked her what she thought about testing his thyroid and her response was, "Well, that was ruled out before the ADHD meds, right?". Um, no. Apparently, that is one of the things that could/should be checked before starting meds. This was further confirmation that we had made the right choice in switching pediatricians.
So, for now, we are awaiting the thyroid test results and will see where we go from there. In the meantime, we are working diligently on Caleb's diet. He has been a trooper and is very proud of himself when he eats all his food for the day and that he has made up his own menu, complete with numbers (which I apparently didn't learn quickly enough!). Needless to say, I was rather surprised to be spending the past month so focused on Caleb's health, when I thought October was going to be all about getting ourselves ready for Noah's surgery. Ah, the roller coaster ride of parenting!
John and I went and met with the specialist last Friday and he was quite puzzled by the situation, but was rather adamant that the medication could not be the sole cause for the sudden weight loss. If the medication were going to cause that kind of side effects, it would have done so in the first month or two, not a year later. When looking at the whole picture of all his current symptoms, he raised the question of if he might have a thyroid or adrenal gland issue. I had honestly never even thought about that nor had our previous pediatrician ever mentioned that. So, back to the pediatrician we went this past Tuesday. Caleb gained back almost 3 pounds which is AMAZING but at the same time, still puzzling as to why he dropped it in the first place and why he has essentially weighed the same and been the same height for 18 months now. I asked her what she thought about testing his thyroid and her response was, "Well, that was ruled out before the ADHD meds, right?". Um, no. Apparently, that is one of the things that could/should be checked before starting meds. This was further confirmation that we had made the right choice in switching pediatricians.
So, for now, we are awaiting the thyroid test results and will see where we go from there. In the meantime, we are working diligently on Caleb's diet. He has been a trooper and is very proud of himself when he eats all his food for the day and that he has made up his own menu, complete with numbers (which I apparently didn't learn quickly enough!). Needless to say, I was rather surprised to be spending the past month so focused on Caleb's health, when I thought October was going to be all about getting ourselves ready for Noah's surgery. Ah, the roller coaster ride of parenting!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Schooling our boy...year 3
So far, each of Caleb's formal school years have looked a little different. We solely home schooled for kindergarten and then last year, started him at a charter school which ended in disaster but ultimately led us to Fresno Christian. (You can read this post if you missed that debacle). He had a great year and we loved having him there. But, there was one issue that remained heavy on our hearts. Because of the nature of John's business, he works late afternoons and evenings. Last year, his schedule allowed him to pick Caleb up at school and spend about an hour with him most afternoons. This year, though, that was not going to be possible. Caleb being in full day 2nd grade at Fresno Christian was going to mean that his daddy would drop him off at school in the morning and they wouldn't get to see each other again until the next morning.
The hardest part of the dilemma was that my heart and John's were in different places. All I could see was how much Caleb had thrived last year and so badly wanted him to have a full year, start to finish, in the same place again. I wanted to try to shift around our morning schedule so they could have some quality time together in the mornings and make weekend time more intentional. But, that wasn't going to work for my man. He was wanting to homeschool full time again. I'm not going to lie....I didn't want to. I wasn't prepared to homeschool and felt like I couldn't do it well with our schedules and Noah's needs. I was digging my heels in and so was hubby. Not a pretty scenario. After many tears, lots of conversations and prayers, this is what I found out: unbeknownst to me, Caleb and John had had a heart-wrenching conversation on the last day of first grade. Caleb told him how much he loved school but that he had really, really missed his daddy. *yikes* And this year, there would be even less time for him to spend with daddy. A.lot.less. Once my heart was opened to what the real issue was and I truly understood where my hubby was coming from, I knew we had to figure something out.
Then, we found out that, once again, we could do things a little differently. Fresno Christian has allowed several families in the past to do half school based learning and half home school. Well, it actually works out to be more like 70/30. Only a few days before school started (because we are lame like that), John went to the office and got it all sorted out. Caleb would go to school for the morning and come home after lunch and do his afternoon work at home. With his daddy. Win-win!!! Caleb gets all his reading, writing and math (which is by far his favorite subject) in the classroom, has lunch and recess with his classmates and then comes home to do social studies and science before John goes to work. It took a couple weeks to get into a good rhythm but we're getting it all worked out and he is doing really well!
I was again humbled to realize that my plans are not always the best and that it continues to be our responsibility (and right) as parents of our children to evaluate what the best method of education is for each child each year. And once I quit ignoring my husband (and the Lord, for that matter), I was able to see that Caleb really gets the best of both worlds this way. He is still experiencing the school year start to finish in the same place AND gets to spend at least 2 hours of quality time with his dad each day. Let me just say, my husband is pretty stinkin' amazing when it comes to his passion for being involved in raising his boys into men. And, I'm really proud of him for having the courage and leadership he showed in changing the plans for this year when this red-headed wife of his isn't being very cooperative. Again, so humbled. And so excited for another great year of schooling for our boy!
The hardest part of the dilemma was that my heart and John's were in different places. All I could see was how much Caleb had thrived last year and so badly wanted him to have a full year, start to finish, in the same place again. I wanted to try to shift around our morning schedule so they could have some quality time together in the mornings and make weekend time more intentional. But, that wasn't going to work for my man. He was wanting to homeschool full time again. I'm not going to lie....I didn't want to. I wasn't prepared to homeschool and felt like I couldn't do it well with our schedules and Noah's needs. I was digging my heels in and so was hubby. Not a pretty scenario. After many tears, lots of conversations and prayers, this is what I found out: unbeknownst to me, Caleb and John had had a heart-wrenching conversation on the last day of first grade. Caleb told him how much he loved school but that he had really, really missed his daddy. *yikes* And this year, there would be even less time for him to spend with daddy. A.lot.less. Once my heart was opened to what the real issue was and I truly understood where my hubby was coming from, I knew we had to figure something out.
Then, we found out that, once again, we could do things a little differently. Fresno Christian has allowed several families in the past to do half school based learning and half home school. Well, it actually works out to be more like 70/30. Only a few days before school started (because we are lame like that), John went to the office and got it all sorted out. Caleb would go to school for the morning and come home after lunch and do his afternoon work at home. With his daddy. Win-win!!! Caleb gets all his reading, writing and math (which is by far his favorite subject) in the classroom, has lunch and recess with his classmates and then comes home to do social studies and science before John goes to work. It took a couple weeks to get into a good rhythm but we're getting it all worked out and he is doing really well!
I was again humbled to realize that my plans are not always the best and that it continues to be our responsibility (and right) as parents of our children to evaluate what the best method of education is for each child each year. And once I quit ignoring my husband (and the Lord, for that matter), I was able to see that Caleb really gets the best of both worlds this way. He is still experiencing the school year start to finish in the same place AND gets to spend at least 2 hours of quality time with his dad each day. Let me just say, my husband is pretty stinkin' amazing when it comes to his passion for being involved in raising his boys into men. And, I'm really proud of him for having the courage and leadership he showed in changing the plans for this year when this red-headed wife of his isn't being very cooperative. Again, so humbled. And so excited for another great year of schooling for our boy!
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
A Year of Words
Today was the end of Noah's services through our local early intervention program. After coming home from saying our goodbyes to Ms. Debbie, his speech therapist, I was remembering back to where he was just over a year ago. He has come a long, long way!
One year ago, Noah was 24 months old and his speech was at a 12-15 month level. Each and every speech session we had focused on getting him to either sign or make a sound for things that he wanted, rather than pointing, grunting or crying. It took a lot of creativity to get him to engage in any attempts to make sounds. We would work in one of the OT gyms so that he could do physical activity while being coaxed to talk. We played lots of "ready-set-go" games and early on, we celebrated when he would attempt to say go after the therapist said ready-set.....and it sounded more like "KO!!!".
Today, Noah is 3 days shy of being 36 months and his speech is right about 26 months. He is still behind but has made so. much. progress. There was a beautiful moment in his speech session today, where he started a game by saying "weady! set! GO!!!!", ran and jumped off the mat then exclaimed, "I did it!!!" Such sweet words to hear from my little man. Yes, you sure did do it, Noah. Mama and Papa are very proud of you. In just a few weeks, we'll get to meet your new therapist who will help us get the rest of the way there. I can't wait to hear all the new things you're going to be saying in the next year!
One year ago, Noah was 24 months old and his speech was at a 12-15 month level. Each and every speech session we had focused on getting him to either sign or make a sound for things that he wanted, rather than pointing, grunting or crying. It took a lot of creativity to get him to engage in any attempts to make sounds. We would work in one of the OT gyms so that he could do physical activity while being coaxed to talk. We played lots of "ready-set-go" games and early on, we celebrated when he would attempt to say go after the therapist said ready-set.....and it sounded more like "KO!!!".
Today, Noah is 3 days shy of being 36 months and his speech is right about 26 months. He is still behind but has made so. much. progress. There was a beautiful moment in his speech session today, where he started a game by saying "weady! set! GO!!!!", ran and jumped off the mat then exclaimed, "I did it!!!" Such sweet words to hear from my little man. Yes, you sure did do it, Noah. Mama and Papa are very proud of you. In just a few weeks, we'll get to meet your new therapist who will help us get the rest of the way there. I can't wait to hear all the new things you're going to be saying in the next year!
Saturday, August 4, 2012
First the ears, now the eyes.
Those of you who have been following our blog know that we were very excited to get Noah's tubes placed and get on with his language progression and helping him catch up. Glad to be in smooth waters for a change. And then we started noticing that his eye we had been keeping close watch on seemed to be getting worse. He was diagnosed with a superior oblique palsy in his left eye (fancy term for eye that wanders up and out) last year. Because of all his other health issues, we have been watching it closely, but not treating. The eye doctor had told us that when he was healthier, we could work on getting him in glasses and that he *might*, somewhere down the line, need eye muscle surgery. We've noticed that he's been falling. A lot. We started paying closer attention after his fall that required 9 stitches just above his left eye. He's actually run right into things a few times (that we've witnessed...who know's how many times we haven't seen). I decided it was time to get him back into the eye doctor. After having to be persistent that I did not want to wait until the end of September, we got in to see her two weeks ago.
It's never a good thing when the doctor walks in the room, crouches down to talk face to face with your child then stands up and says, "Well, it certainly looks like you need my help!". After she looked at a series of tests one of the techs did and then tested his eyes herself, she said that she was pretty sure this was not just a muscle palsy, but rather a structural problem. In. both. eyes. Say what???? Turns out that his right eye is off too, but we never noticed because it looks pretty normal compared to the left! She estimates he has no depth perception about 80% of the time. Well, that certainly explains why he falls and runs into things! At this point, we had been in the office for HOURS and Noah and I were both tired and crabby and it was all I could do not to burst into tears. When we left, the plan was that we will be doing some eye muscle training using eye drops for the next month then return to see her for more testing and to further discuss surgery. At least I thought that was the plan. I got a call two days later from her surgery scheduler saying that doctor really wanted to get this surgery on the books. She went on to explain that it will involve correcting the position of four muscles around each eye. So, it's now scheduled for October 25th. I have a lot of praying and processing to do before then, but for now, am keeping myself busy with other stuff and trying not to think about it the scary parts too much but am choosing to remember all these positives:
1. His doctor has done hundreds and hundreds of these surgeries over the past 20 years.
2. He will have the same anesthesia he had for his ear tubes that we know he does ok with. (And this is no small thing!)
3. The surgery will be in the same small surgery center as his ear tubes. (We were really happy with the facility and staff).
4. The doctor told me that she has observed over her career that age 3 seems to be the perfect age for eye muscle surgery. Any younger is not good and the older you get, the harder the recovery.
5. Last, but by no means LEAST, the same Sovereign God who knit this child together in my womb already knows the plan and will be there alongside us. Every. step. of. the. way. Can I get an AMEN???
It's never a good thing when the doctor walks in the room, crouches down to talk face to face with your child then stands up and says, "Well, it certainly looks like you need my help!". After she looked at a series of tests one of the techs did and then tested his eyes herself, she said that she was pretty sure this was not just a muscle palsy, but rather a structural problem. In. both. eyes. Say what???? Turns out that his right eye is off too, but we never noticed because it looks pretty normal compared to the left! She estimates he has no depth perception about 80% of the time. Well, that certainly explains why he falls and runs into things! At this point, we had been in the office for HOURS and Noah and I were both tired and crabby and it was all I could do not to burst into tears. When we left, the plan was that we will be doing some eye muscle training using eye drops for the next month then return to see her for more testing and to further discuss surgery. At least I thought that was the plan. I got a call two days later from her surgery scheduler saying that doctor really wanted to get this surgery on the books. She went on to explain that it will involve correcting the position of four muscles around each eye. So, it's now scheduled for October 25th. I have a lot of praying and processing to do before then, but for now, am keeping myself busy with other stuff and trying not to think about it the scary parts too much but am choosing to remember all these positives:
1. His doctor has done hundreds and hundreds of these surgeries over the past 20 years.
2. He will have the same anesthesia he had for his ear tubes that we know he does ok with. (And this is no small thing!)
3. The surgery will be in the same small surgery center as his ear tubes. (We were really happy with the facility and staff).
4. The doctor told me that she has observed over her career that age 3 seems to be the perfect age for eye muscle surgery. Any younger is not good and the older you get, the harder the recovery.
5. Last, but by no means LEAST, the same Sovereign God who knit this child together in my womb already knows the plan and will be there alongside us. Every. step. of. the. way. Can I get an AMEN???
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