Tomorrow's the day.
We have to be at the hospital (that is two hours away) at 8:00 a.m. My nothing-registers-until-after-9-a.m. husband is not looking forward to being out of the house by 6:00, but it has to be done.
We register at 8:00 a.m. and then the surgery will be an hour to an hour and a half later. They won't give us an exact time.
The surgery is going to happen at the "main" hospital. Once he is released from recovery, he will be moved to a room in the children's hospital. The hospitals have had a high rate of respiratory illnesses, so Ryder won't be allowed any visitors outside of Michael and I.
Those are all the details. Those are the things that I am trying to focus on. That and the fact that this is a "routine" surgery that is done every day. That after this, Ryder will hopefully be fever free...or at the very least, the fevers will lessen in severity.
However, Satan is getting me good on this one. I don't know how to put it into words exactly. I just have an anxious spirit. I know that is not from God. He tells us that fear is not from Him. So I'm praying...and praying...and praying.
I have Ryder's bag packed. I let him pick out his favorite jammies. Packed both sets of slippers because you never know which ones he will want. Packed some of his favorite books and all his DVDs. Reiney (his stuffed reindeer) and his blankets will be packed Tuesday morning. (Dear God, PLEASE don't let me forget Reiney!)
I think he has picked up on my anxious spirit though. He has been extra fussy and not himself the last few days. So again, I am praying.
Good thoughts are all well and good, but they don't do anything. So, please pray for Ryder. Pray for the Pediatric ENT doing the surgery. Pray for Michael and I as we wait and as we try to comfort Ryder afterward. Pray for Iyla as she will be away from me for 24 hours (and has never been away from me for more than a few hours). Pray for my parents as they deal with a 6-month-old baby that is missing her mommy. Just please pray.