The Blur that was June

It’s been a while…. June was an extremely long and short month all at the same time. Long because it seemed incredibly daunting looking at our schedule, then short because here it is already July. Between Father’s Day, Emerson’s surgery, two work trips, a personal trip, and having one of our nurses out for the month, I felt like I was in a whirlwind.

Perhaps the best part of June was the opportunity Emerson and I had to celebrate my husband on his First Father’s Day. I felt beyond blessed to have this time with him and be able to show him how much he means to us. Him being the amazing, hands-on, supportive, and loving father that he is allows me to be the mom I am. Emerson is already intently watching everything he does with adoration, and I love it. He couldn’t have a better role model for how to be a man.

Immediately after our Father’s Day celebration, we had Emerson’s surgery looming over us. Worried isn’t the best word to use, but it’s the feeling you have any time your child has even the most routine surgical procedure that the doctor has performed over a million times. That feeling of knowing that during any surgical procedure something could always go wrong no matter how low the probability. The surgery was to repair hypospadias. (Hypospadias is a condition where the meatus/urethra opening is not exactly at the tip of the penis, rather it is on the underside.) In addition to the hypospadias procedure, his eye doctor wanted to do a sedated eye exam to check his retinas.

After much prayer and about 8 hours of being at the hospital (including the wait time, pre-op and post-op), Emerson’s procedure and eye exam went well. We found out that his retinas look great and he isn’t even as nearsighted as his eye doctor originally suspected. The urologist said he did great with the hypospadias procedure and gave us our instructions for his care at home. This is yet another point of anxiety probably for any parent taking a child home who has just had any type of surgical procedure, but especially when it comes to an already medically complex child. As the urologist spoke to us, my mind begin spinning wheels and thinking we have to be on top of this and remember all the signs in case something goes wrong (i.e. an infection or any other potential recovery mishap).

Now, 2 weeks later, I’m more than pleased and grateful to be on the other side of the procedure and recovery. Emerson has proven yet again that he is a force to be reckoned with. His strength never ceases to amaze me, and I am still learning from him and he isn’t even a year old yet! The more I see him thrive, the more I know we gave him the perfect name. He is definitely our brave and powerful champion…