I'd like to say that he got into a fist-fight at a playdate over a cute girl, but that would be stretching the truth. Well, not even stretching, more like just flat-out lying. The truth is that mommy let him fall into the edge of the dryer. Oops! I should have gotten a picture sooner; it was much worse. But I digress...
Derek really is a tough kid-- he did so well during his procedure this morning!
Yesterday he was on a clear-liquid only diet and he would occasionally beg pathetically at the pantry door and make me feel like a villain for not feeding him. By the time they took him away to the operating room this morning, it had been 14 hours since he'd had anything to eat OR drink! But instead of fussing, he was busy playing peek-a-boo with the nurses, saying bye-bye to anyone who walked in and out of the room, making friends in the playroom, and just being as sweet as can be.
I snapped a couple of pictures as we were waiting to get started, and I told him that he'd get more pity if he put on his most pathetic look (I told him to channel that look from the pantry door yesterday) and he complied. I promise he wasn't as sad as these shots seem-- though he was exhausted. We woke him up at 5:45am for the hour drive to Boise
Thanks to you all for your thoughts and prayers today! I must say that considering the circumstances, I felt very peaceful while he was in the operating room. I even managed not to cry as they carried him away-- though the tears threatened to come. He was so sweet waving bye-bye to me as the anesthesiologist walked away with him.
The doctor reported that things looked fairly normal in the scopes-- we'll have to wait until the biopsy results are in next week to get a diagnosis. We would appreciate continued prayers for that.
We are so thankful to God for keeping our baby safe today!