We spent the morning of Rebekah's heart surgery holding her tight and meeting the team that would be taking care of her during the procedure. They explained their part in the event and answered any questions that we had.
I am sure that May 9th is a date that will always stick out on the calendar to me. It was the day that I had to watch Trey hand our precious baby girl over to the nurse who would then walk her into the Operating room for her balloon valvoplasty. All Trey and I could do was hold on to each other, turn our backs and walk away. Although she seemed to be a very sweet lady, she was still a stranger that we had met only a few hours before. This was by far one of the hardest things I have ever had to do! Still weeks later it brings tears to my eyes and I get a giant lump in my throat just reliving the moment. I am so thankful that I had my faith and my wonderful strong husband to hold onto during that time.
When we left Rebekah we headed down the elevator to the waiting room, where our sweet friend Paula met us. There we sat and first thing we did was get online to send out updates. I was immediately overwhelemed by the numbers of people that we saw that were already lifting up our girl and her procedure. What a comfort God's people were to me during this time. Just knowing that we could join together in prayer, no matter where we were, and pray for Rebekah and that a living God was hearing my prayers... Such comfort!
We waited for our hourly updates. Not only were we delighted to hear that things were going very smoothly at hour 1 but we were elated that at our 2 hour update the team had completed what was estimated to be a 3 hour procedure. We were moved into a meeting room to have a personal update from the surgeon himself. He explained all they did and gave us her new pressure levels as of post op. Praise the Lord that they were able to fix her valve so easily. He then instructed us to wait for one final call that they were ready for us up in recovery.
We held our breaths for just a few more minutes and then recieved the call to head upstairs to be with our baby girl. We walked to her bed to see her laying there, waking from anesthesia, white as a sheet. I was so glad to see her little face but she looked so pitiful. The nurses immediately let me hold her then I handed her off to Trey, Shepherd needed to go potty :) We then spent the 6 hours of recovery taking turns holding Sweet Rebekah while the anesthesia wore off. She started to perk up at about hour 4 we were released after 6 hours of observation.
We are thankful that the surgery went so smoothly and without any complications. I know that the Lord used this event to bring Himself glory. I am honored that the Lord not only used it in my life, but we also know that He used it in the lives of others that we know.