Instructions

Treyson was just a brand new baby...probably 6 months old. I don't remember exactly. Here's what I do remember...

I had a scheduled surgery to have my tubes tied. Steve and I arrived very early in the morning at the surgical center. I got changed into my hospital gown, had my IV, all the fun surgery prep stuff. The anesthesiologist came into the room and started asking all of his questions. Then he said "have you had anything to eat or drink since...?"  

I had! I totally forgot and took my medication that morning and had drank water. I told them. He and the surgeon went out in the hallway and moments later came in and told me they couldn't do the surgery. They told me that I could reschedule it for another day. They said it didn't matter if I had only a little bit to drink. When you have surgery, you can aspirate (you can look that up if you really want to know what it means) and aspiration is pretty serious so that is why they tell you not to eat or drink for so many hours before you have surgery. 

I'm sure the doctor had told me that before I went in for surgery. I'm sure that I had my list of things to do and not to do. I am sure I completely forgot about them in the moment that I was taking my medication. 

We left the surgical center pretty bummed. I had complications staying pregnant, we felt really blessed to have had Trey but pregnancy came with it's own set of troubles. I had to have c-sections, I had high-risk pregnancies. I miscarried a lot (6 in total). I had pretty bad postpartum depression. I think I was just emotionally exhausted. I also felt like we had kind of dodged a bullet with Trey because up until the moment he was born, we were told there was a fairly good chance he'd be born with a hole in his heart and they would life-flight him to Lincoln for surgery. Fortunately, there was no hole. 

We also left the surgical center with the feeling that maybe God was telling us something. We certainly weren't planning to have another baby at that point but maybe He had bigger plans for us. 

Thank God for messed up plans. Thank God that sometimes I forget to follow instructions. I can't imagine our world without our Genevieve. I wouldn't even want to.