Recovery

These are my thoughts - documenting this journey - I am not even sure if they are worth posting but I want to keep them for when Cav is older. I finally got called back to the recovery and I was amazed, not only did I recognize my child svoice, but he was screaming mommy! Music to my ears. I was able to sit by his side and comfort him, to dry his tears. In the brightly lit room surrounded by strangers and equipment I was his oasis. He cried loudly, his little leg owied and then the words that stung the most. "put my leg back." Finally, more drugs and he is sleeping. I sit in the quiet of an almost empty PACU, I find the beeping monitors strangely calming. Probably from years of working in the NICU. Waiting for the morphin to wear off,but glad he is sleeping, no longer aware of the pain his body is experiencing. It saddens me to think that for the fortunate children who receive surgery while still in china, few have someone at their side. Although we are not people who like to be the center of attention, cav's adoption seems to affect others - ordinary people. Even here in a hospital where the hallways are filled with children of varying special needs, Cavand his story is touching people's souls. How many times have I repeated that we are just ordinary people. I do wonder the results of his story though. Is this the heart you were meant to change. How will your story play out, years down the road. And then it comes full circle to one family saying yes to one little boy. How many other children will God use . . . Today, this week, this year. How many other families will see past the disability to the path of faith they are meant to follow.