Patrick and I usually retire to bed soon after Ashton goes down at 8. Yes, we are like an old married couple. Especially now. We've been exhausted. Having two kids under separate roofs keeps us on our feet and running around all day. So yeah, by 8 or 9 o'clock we are ready to head to bed and watch TV until we fall asleep. But not tonight. We are both wide awake because we are nervously awaiting Blake's surgery in the morning.
Tomorrow is a monumental day for Blake because we will finally have answers as to what's going on in his tiny belly. It's been a guessing game since his fifth day of birth when the perforated bowel was discovered. And with answers comes a solution. Once the surgeon can take a look inside, he will know how to fix the problem.
I explained in a previous post what the surgery entails. To sum it up in short, if the intestines are healthy then the surgeon can go ahead and stitch up the hole and we'll be done with surgery. But if the intestines aren't too great and aren't strong enough to withstand being stitched together, then he'll have to pull both ends to the surface for the time being.
Patrick and I are stressing and worrying. We know its necessary but its still a scary situation. We've been up painting his room, trying to occupy our minds and keep busy so we don't dwell on the unknowns. We are glad that we will know what's actually going on on his belly. The guessing game gets tiring so we are definitely looking forward to answers. I just wish there were other means to get those answers.
Please keep Blake in your prayers. I know I sound like a broken record but I truly think God is hearing all the prayers. Blake is strong and there's no doubt in my mind that God is helping him. So please keep the prayers headed his way.