Restless but restful…
That is the way I would describe our first 24 hours post surgery. Yesterday December 20, 2010 my 8 day old girl Lil’ bit underwent the surgery to repair her congenital neural tube defect. She came back to us in the hospital room pretty groggy. It was a huge blessing that she didn’t have to go to the NICU where the night would have certainly been uncomfortable and sucky. Thank God that her surgeon recommended the regular room over the recommendation of the attending pediatrician. Mom nursed her as I would carry her back and forth from the bed carrying her assorted connections and tubes. We didn’t get much sleep, but are fully comforted in Christ and resting in Him.
I am so amazed that medical science has progressed to such an extent that this surgery could be done on this little one. This morning the surgeon came to check on her (and us.) He’s sort of what you expect in a neurosurgeon, you know, kind of dry and academic, but you can see he cares about people too. He asked us again today if we had any questions after he answered all of the questions we should ask him; he would say it like this: ”gee doctor oaks will my baby…?” Any way we answered with our typical no not really, I guess not. But this time he asked a question I was not ready for. “Where do you get your strength?” I answered instinctively, “Jesus.” He then floored me by saying, “Its clear that you have peace.”
Let me say this: without Jesus there is no possible ground for peace in this situation. The peace and comfort and strength are his. They do not come from me. I am a recipient of free and gratuitous love from him.
God Rocks!
