My Son's Miracle
My oldest son Tyler, who is five, has always had big tonsils. I always told my husband that I know he would need them out one day. He would always snore really loud and wake himself up throughout the night. You could tell that he struggled to breathe at times. He would take a deep breath and then just stop. A good 10-15 seconds later and he'd gasp then breathe again. As a parent, that is pretty scary. The older he got, he started choking on food and had trouble getting some things down. Finally they agreed that they needed to come out, adenoids and all. So he was scheduled for August 30th to get them out.
I know I mentioned that I'm a hypochondriac. I'm pretty bad with myself but when it comes to my kids, I'm really bad. Although with this it didn't hit me until the day of. The week before his surgery, he was diagnosed with strep. The first time he's had this. So he was on antibiotics for 10 days, which ran through the surgery as well. Sunday August 28th was an awesome day. Not only was it my golden birthday, but it was also a Sunday and we had a special guest speaker that would have a healing service that night.
That night was incredible, the witness and testimony that Armond Morales and his wife gave was just amazing. He battled cancer and won with God. It really spoke to me and how much we should be trusting God with things. When it was time to go up, I stood in for Tyler since he was at home. He held my hands and prayed and I kid you not, I felt the power of God flow through me. He looked at me and told me I was healed. It was an incredible experience.
Tuesday morning rolled around and we went up to the hospital early because I was told his surgery was at 7am. My pastor and his wife met us up there. By that time I was all worked up and anxious. You feel the pressure in your chest and that annoying block in your throat making me feel like I was going to stop breathing and die...lol. Anyway, we went in and got signed in and got Tyler in his bed and dressed in his gown. He was perfectly fine. Me and Mike were not. My pastor is awesome with kids and he was making Tyler and Mike laugh, definitely eased the tension.
After awhile they came back and explained what would happen before, during, and after the surgery. I was not feeling very well at this time. Hospitals and things related make me queasy. They said that they were going to take him back, so me and Mike went to the waiting room with my pastor and his wife. It only took about 30 min. The doctor came out and said it went perfectly, praise God, and they were moving him to recovery. They called us back about 10 minutes later.
We were walking back and all I could hear was this weird cry. I looked up and there were two nurses trying to calm Tyler down. The fear that came over me, I wanted to run and push the nurses out of the way and just hold him. When we got to him, the nurse told me to lay in the bed next to him and comfort him. He kept trying to scream no matter how much I told him that mommy was here and it's ok. It dawned on me that he didn't recognize me or know where he was and what was going on. A side effect of anesthesia. I was heartbroken, trying to hold back my tears. The nurse had my eyes locked and telling me this was all normal, but my eyes were crying out to her wanting to know what to do because me, his mother, couldn't comfort him or calm him. You might say I'm being over dramatic or that it was just his tonsils, but this is our first child and his first surgery, this was a huge deal for us.
He finally started coming to and he recognized me. He kept trying to say his throat hurt but he didn't want pain medicine. He would cry every time she'd push it into the IV. This was the worst experience of my life, not because of the nurses or doctor, but because I decided I could try and help him myself without God's help. I was completely overwhelmed and taken with fear. I hated myself that I couldn't wave a wand and he'd be better. My baby was in so much pain and I couldn't help him. I have tears writing this. It's a parents worst fear.
Within an hour or so, we were able to go home. He had a popsicle and he was ready to go and get out of there. I sat with him in the backseat to make sure he'd be ok going home. He fell asleep on the way home and he ended up sleeping for 3 hours. I never saw him sweat so much. When he woke up, he seemed himself and immediately asked if he could play his game on the computer lol. I told him yeah, anything to get his mind off of the pain. He didn't complain about his throat hurting until later that night, so we gave him tylenol or ibuprofen, we switched those off and on.
The next few days were pretty incredible. We were told he would be crabby and in lots of pain. He was his goofy self and hardly complained about pain at all. I think after day 3 he was done with tylenol and ibuprofen. I was in awe. God spoke to my heart and told me, "see, I told you he was healed." When we think of someone being healed, we think of the problem disappearing. When Tyler was healed that Sunday night, it didn't mean that he didn't have to have surgery, it meant that God was protecting him and making the process as comfortable as possible for him. I believe Tyler had the best outcome possible with this all because I had prayed, others had prayed, and God sent healing power through Armond. If I had remembered that through the whole thing, I think I would've handled it better.
In this world, we will endure pain and go through trials, but God says not to worry because He has overcome the world. Just like Tyler, we will have to go through things, sickness, abandonment, judgment from others, financial strain, etc. If we go it alone, we won't make it. If we go through it with God, and trust Him beyond a shadow of a doubt, we will have victory! Don't go through this world alone, all you have to do is ask Him for help. Seek and you will find....
I know I mentioned that I'm a hypochondriac. I'm pretty bad with myself but when it comes to my kids, I'm really bad. Although with this it didn't hit me until the day of. The week before his surgery, he was diagnosed with strep. The first time he's had this. So he was on antibiotics for 10 days, which ran through the surgery as well. Sunday August 28th was an awesome day. Not only was it my golden birthday, but it was also a Sunday and we had a special guest speaker that would have a healing service that night.
That night was incredible, the witness and testimony that Armond Morales and his wife gave was just amazing. He battled cancer and won with God. It really spoke to me and how much we should be trusting God with things. When it was time to go up, I stood in for Tyler since he was at home. He held my hands and prayed and I kid you not, I felt the power of God flow through me. He looked at me and told me I was healed. It was an incredible experience.
Tuesday morning rolled around and we went up to the hospital early because I was told his surgery was at 7am. My pastor and his wife met us up there. By that time I was all worked up and anxious. You feel the pressure in your chest and that annoying block in your throat making me feel like I was going to stop breathing and die...lol. Anyway, we went in and got signed in and got Tyler in his bed and dressed in his gown. He was perfectly fine. Me and Mike were not. My pastor is awesome with kids and he was making Tyler and Mike laugh, definitely eased the tension.
After awhile they came back and explained what would happen before, during, and after the surgery. I was not feeling very well at this time. Hospitals and things related make me queasy. They said that they were going to take him back, so me and Mike went to the waiting room with my pastor and his wife. It only took about 30 min. The doctor came out and said it went perfectly, praise God, and they were moving him to recovery. They called us back about 10 minutes later.
We were walking back and all I could hear was this weird cry. I looked up and there were two nurses trying to calm Tyler down. The fear that came over me, I wanted to run and push the nurses out of the way and just hold him. When we got to him, the nurse told me to lay in the bed next to him and comfort him. He kept trying to scream no matter how much I told him that mommy was here and it's ok. It dawned on me that he didn't recognize me or know where he was and what was going on. A side effect of anesthesia. I was heartbroken, trying to hold back my tears. The nurse had my eyes locked and telling me this was all normal, but my eyes were crying out to her wanting to know what to do because me, his mother, couldn't comfort him or calm him. You might say I'm being over dramatic or that it was just his tonsils, but this is our first child and his first surgery, this was a huge deal for us.
He finally started coming to and he recognized me. He kept trying to say his throat hurt but he didn't want pain medicine. He would cry every time she'd push it into the IV. This was the worst experience of my life, not because of the nurses or doctor, but because I decided I could try and help him myself without God's help. I was completely overwhelmed and taken with fear. I hated myself that I couldn't wave a wand and he'd be better. My baby was in so much pain and I couldn't help him. I have tears writing this. It's a parents worst fear.
Within an hour or so, we were able to go home. He had a popsicle and he was ready to go and get out of there. I sat with him in the backseat to make sure he'd be ok going home. He fell asleep on the way home and he ended up sleeping for 3 hours. I never saw him sweat so much. When he woke up, he seemed himself and immediately asked if he could play his game on the computer lol. I told him yeah, anything to get his mind off of the pain. He didn't complain about his throat hurting until later that night, so we gave him tylenol or ibuprofen, we switched those off and on.
The next few days were pretty incredible. We were told he would be crabby and in lots of pain. He was his goofy self and hardly complained about pain at all. I think after day 3 he was done with tylenol and ibuprofen. I was in awe. God spoke to my heart and told me, "see, I told you he was healed." When we think of someone being healed, we think of the problem disappearing. When Tyler was healed that Sunday night, it didn't mean that he didn't have to have surgery, it meant that God was protecting him and making the process as comfortable as possible for him. I believe Tyler had the best outcome possible with this all because I had prayed, others had prayed, and God sent healing power through Armond. If I had remembered that through the whole thing, I think I would've handled it better.
In this world, we will endure pain and go through trials, but God says not to worry because He has overcome the world. Just like Tyler, we will have to go through things, sickness, abandonment, judgment from others, financial strain, etc. If we go it alone, we won't make it. If we go through it with God, and trust Him beyond a shadow of a doubt, we will have victory! Don't go through this world alone, all you have to do is ask Him for help. Seek and you will find....
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