I had every intention of posting a Sunday Snapshot yesterday with lots of newsy news about how Jiushu is doing--the great and the not-yet-great. But life got away from me, in part because he had surgery this morning to repair an inguinal (groin) hernia, the very same surgery his older brother had two years ago. Now they have matching scars!
No pics, unfortunately, because we had to be there at 6:00. That's A.M. Sheesh. I probably haven't seen 4:50 (my wake up time) in the morning since nursing my last baby, and I don't really plan to see it again for a while. So grabbing my camera was an afterthought.
Anyway, God's grace was all over our early morning trek. I listened to the IHOP Joy album on the way, and worshiped and prayed. The lights of the city as I headed downtown were all gorgeous and twinkly in the dark. We arrived at 6:00, and J headed back for surgery at 7:30. He was very calm and happy as we waited...a miracle in itself, seriously. Surgery went very well, and he came out of anesthesia just fine. He's been sleepy today and a bit fussy, but actually LESS fussy than every other day this past week...again, a miracle.
I've heard other parents say that surgery scheduled in the early months after adoption can be a good bonding/attachment experience, as the child receives comfort and loving care from mom and dad. It appears this may be true for J. I can tell he's in a bit of pain, but he's already resumed his playing and movement on the floor...no regression there. And I'm enjoying his new, snugglier self.
The last time he had surgery he was two weeks old, alone and parentless in China. I'm so glad this time was different.