Its 10:12am. We have been waiting in the cafeteria of the hospital for about an hour now. My little baby is having his extra toes and fingers nubs removed. Its a minor surgery and I really shouldn't worry but I can't help it. This is my baby we are talking about; the most precious life in my world. Ryatt was born with an extra toe (bone, flesh, nail and all) on each foot and the beginnings of an extra finger on each hand. How special is that! We are expecting for it all to be removed and reshaped to look "normal". Besides my concern for him going under, I wonder if what we are doing is ok in God's eyes. Ryatt's making was the Lord's miracle to us and here we are making alterations to him. Its like getting a personalized gift from someone and then taking it to get revamped the next day. Maybe im looking into it alil much...but I can't help it. I really wish this wasnt an issue. I wish he could keep his original blueprint and never be made fun of for it. I wish it would never be a problem finding shoes or have foot problems. But I know that's not how it goes. Which is why I know this is how it has to be.
I can't stop thinking about how he's doing right now. I can only keep my faith that the Lord has heard my prayers ; he's sent down an angel to look after his child to make sure all goes well.
UPDATE: My super duper strong lil man is recovering well and resting at home. He was released the same day and sent home with meds. Ryatt woke up refreshed, like he had a nice long nap (which he did lol) but because of the meds he took a second long nap when he got home. Hes rockin LSU colored casts on both legs and is learning to navigate on them. I dont think these purdy boots are gonna stop this boy from continuing his quest to walk.
To all our family and friends: From the bottom of our hearts; Thank you! Your support helped us keep our sanity through this stressful experience and was so greatly appreciated.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Ryatt's First Birthday Rodeo
We planned our trip for Louisiana for the past year. It was exhausting trying to cover every detail and making sure everyone in the family was on the same page. Then the day came, we flew off island and in 8 hours we were in the sticky humidity of New Orleans Airport. We arrived early early morning, the day before the big 1st Rodeo Birthday. There was so much that needed to be done; greeting the family, settling in with the baby, last minute planning- all while adjusting to the 6 hour time difference. But thanks to our wonderfully executed planning, there wasnt much left to be done for planning. Most of the arrangements were being taken care of or already done. After a quick run to a couple stores we were back at Granny's house catching up and recharging for the rodeo games that would start tomorrow.
Morning of the 22nd of July. Main Event. I wake up about 7:30am, Ryatt is still stretched out next to me sleeping soundly. I wiped my eyes of sleet and then watch him as he smiles in his sleep. I dont usually watch him sleep because usually hes the one waking me up in the mornings. But today, his first birthday, the little cowboy decided to sleep in and I let him. He stretched a big stretch and then cracked one eye open. Then the other. When his vision came into focus, he looked at me and smiled a big toothy grin. Ryatt was ready to start the big day! So Ill be honest; when I pictured how the first day (his birthday of all days) I imagined a super cranky- inconsolable- time warped- baby. But he wasnt any of those things. He was such a trooper adjusting to the change and the new faces. Anyway, we had big things happening and all I could think about is how amazing it was that we survived the first year. [Lets recap: only 12 months ago we were waking up every 2 hours to nurse a crying 7lb baby, sleeping less than 4 hours a night, changing 12+ diapers a day, cleaning spit up every hour, trying every trick to stop the crying, juggling house chores that seem to be worst when theres a newborn. All while dealing with my own healing and hormonal imbalances AND not kill each other. Geez. We are considering more kids?! ] Well, the hour came. We head over to Granny Bertha's house where we have set up the party. Good ol' shrimp boil going on, tables out, family chit chatting and here was the birthday boy. Ryatt's First Rodeo was the theme, so as soon as we got there we handed out cowboy hats, bandanas and star badges to all the kids and some adults. Now all that was missing was my family who were all (13 folks) on their way in from New Orleans.
I havent seen my family in two years; its been that long since I left Virgina to move to Hawaii with my sailor hubby. My mom came out to Hawaii for Ryatts birth, but that was it. Goodness, I missed them so much. I didnt realize how much until I saw them. I was rushed with emotion when the first car arrived. My mom, Tia Zuby, sister, brother, his girlfriend, and Jason, climb out the car. I hugged them so hard, so hard they probably felt my pounding heart. The water works start up and we slowly make our way over to the rest of the party. One by one we introduced everyone and immediately the attention went back onto the birthday boy. He was the reason everyone was there. Everyone wanted to see him and meet each other. Then the second car arrived and again my heart pounded hard. My Tia Maria, cousins and their partners climb out the car. I longed to see them again, but this time there was one person I especially wanted to meet. It was my godson, Aiden, who was supposed to be born a few days before I left Virgina and instead made his debut the day after I landed in Hawaii. I never got to meet my baby godson and now I finally got to hug him. We bring them over to the party and festivities continue. The family was all together, getting to know alil about each other and chowing down on shrimp/corn/sausage/potatoes. Looking back it at the party, everyone was so happy just like I had imagined. It was perfect. But that wasnt it! The cake came out and moment I dreamed about was about to happen. My baby boy was about to be officially initiated as a one year old toddler! I baked him an over-sized cupcake especially made for him to tear into. Needless to say, there was no delay in the demolition of the cupcake. Ryatt tore through that thing like a hungry bear; and a generous bear he was, sharing fists full of cake with Mommy and Daddy. After the damage was done, we removed the cake, cleaned up the boy and proceeded with the party. What an exhausting day that was but it was soooooo fun! The next day was another fun day of family and celebration.
Morning of the 22nd of July. Main Event. I wake up about 7:30am, Ryatt is still stretched out next to me sleeping soundly. I wiped my eyes of sleet and then watch him as he smiles in his sleep. I dont usually watch him sleep because usually hes the one waking me up in the mornings. But today, his first birthday, the little cowboy decided to sleep in and I let him. He stretched a big stretch and then cracked one eye open. Then the other. When his vision came into focus, he looked at me and smiled a big toothy grin. Ryatt was ready to start the big day! So Ill be honest; when I pictured how the first day (his birthday of all days) I imagined a super cranky- inconsolable- time warped- baby. But he wasnt any of those things. He was such a trooper adjusting to the change and the new faces. Anyway, we had big things happening and all I could think about is how amazing it was that we survived the first year. [Lets recap: only 12 months ago we were waking up every 2 hours to nurse a crying 7lb baby, sleeping less than 4 hours a night, changing 12+ diapers a day, cleaning spit up every hour, trying every trick to stop the crying, juggling house chores that seem to be worst when theres a newborn. All while dealing with my own healing and hormonal imbalances AND not kill each other. Geez. We are considering more kids?! ] Well, the hour came. We head over to Granny Bertha's house where we have set up the party. Good ol' shrimp boil going on, tables out, family chit chatting and here was the birthday boy. Ryatt's First Rodeo was the theme, so as soon as we got there we handed out cowboy hats, bandanas and star badges to all the kids and some adults. Now all that was missing was my family who were all (13 folks) on their way in from New Orleans.
I havent seen my family in two years; its been that long since I left Virgina to move to Hawaii with my sailor hubby. My mom came out to Hawaii for Ryatts birth, but that was it. Goodness, I missed them so much. I didnt realize how much until I saw them. I was rushed with emotion when the first car arrived. My mom, Tia Zuby, sister, brother, his girlfriend, and Jason, climb out the car. I hugged them so hard, so hard they probably felt my pounding heart. The water works start up and we slowly make our way over to the rest of the party. One by one we introduced everyone and immediately the attention went back onto the birthday boy. He was the reason everyone was there. Everyone wanted to see him and meet each other. Then the second car arrived and again my heart pounded hard. My Tia Maria, cousins and their partners climb out the car. I longed to see them again, but this time there was one person I especially wanted to meet. It was my godson, Aiden, who was supposed to be born a few days before I left Virgina and instead made his debut the day after I landed in Hawaii. I never got to meet my baby godson and now I finally got to hug him. We bring them over to the party and festivities continue. The family was all together, getting to know alil about each other and chowing down on shrimp/corn/sausage/potatoes. Looking back it at the party, everyone was so happy just like I had imagined. It was perfect. But that wasnt it! The cake came out and moment I dreamed about was about to happen. My baby boy was about to be officially initiated as a one year old toddler! I baked him an over-sized cupcake especially made for him to tear into. Needless to say, there was no delay in the demolition of the cupcake. Ryatt tore through that thing like a hungry bear; and a generous bear he was, sharing fists full of cake with Mommy and Daddy. After the damage was done, we removed the cake, cleaned up the boy and proceeded with the party. What an exhausting day that was but it was soooooo fun! The next day was another fun day of family and celebration.
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