Helicoptering

WE'RE SURVIVING!

We're doing it! Everyone is getting fed (even the dog). The house is being semi-maintained. The kids are (relatively) clean and they are happy at least half of the time. Not counting the hours when they are sleeping.

Half is better than where we were last week :o)

Last Thursday we went to see the doc for the post-surgery followup visit. I am happy to announce that we are holding together at the seams! The doc said that if all stitches are still holding in a month, then he will call the surgery a success. So we're not out of the danger zone yet. We are still concerned that Samuel's lip might pop, but so far so good!

Samuel's hands are venturing toward his mouth more... David hates having his nose splint put in... Both boys are waking up multiple times a night and someone is up usually every hour or hour and a half ~ probably a combination of pain and trying to sleep while wearing their uncomfortable no-nos... It is nerve-wracking watching the boys play and worrying that they might fall or bump their faces with a toy that is being swung around or stick a finger in and pop a palate or throw something at brother...

I dislike being Helicopter Parent.

We would dislike having to redo a surgery more.

So be a Helicopter Parent, I must.

Although in spite of my Helicopter-Parent-ishness, last week Samuel flung a book that hit David square in his lip then an hour later David kicked Samuel square in his lip. Helllloooooo Tums! Thank you, Lord, for keeping their faces together in all their rough-and-tumble boyishness! Ugh.

Good thing they are so darn cute.

And good thing we are blessed with a never-ending supply of coffee.

Thanks again for all the prayers. God is listening. He has us wrapped up in a great big bear hug right now.

(((hugs))),
chris


The Lord is close to all who call on him, yes, to all who call on him in truth.   Psalm 145:18