Another Adventure All Too Soon: Appendicitis!

Eleven days after we welcomed little Gage into our family, my mom was in town and she and I took him to an appointment with the pediatrician. When we returned home, I started feeling a sharp pain in my right side. Throughout the course of the afternoon/evening, it grew worse. I searched online for any website that could tell me it was anything BUT appendicitis, but after some coaxing from Parker (and because I could barely walk due to the pain), I decided I had better go in to the emergency room to get it checked out just in case. And behold! Appendicitis it was. I was less than thrilled.
For some reason, getting my appendix taken out has been a nearly life-long fear of mine (this could probably be attributed to the book in the Madeline series where Madeline gets her appendix out and has a nasty scar to show off to all of her friends after the procedure. That prospect terrified me as a child). However, I wasn't as nervous about the procedure itself as I was knowing that I had a tiny baby at home who needed his mama. Thankfully, my own mom was still in town. Tender mercy. Furthermore, Gage had learned to take a bottle in the NICU. Another tender mercy. In fact, the NICU had sent us home with lots of infant formula, so Gage was well taken care of while I was in the hospital overnight. After all was said and done, it was amazing to see the Lord's hand in the whole experience. He sent Gage to us a little early for a reason.

One of our favorite shots of this little guy. He pulls some of the funniest faces in his sleep.

Proud Grandpa

Proud Grammy. (Notice that little hand by his face . . . that's right where he likes it.)

A most unflattering post-operation picture. I'm so grateful to Parker for sticking by my side during those hours. He is a sweet, sweet husband. 

I was so happy to be reunited with my darling little boy! That mama-baby connection is the real deal.