I feel like this may be a P.S. to my early morning blog, but so many things happen that I feel MUST be shared. As you know, Gideon told me about the "fishies" that were hurting him. After I posted my blog, his new nurse came in. Gideon said, "Look, mommy! Nice fishies!" The nurse had scrubs on with happy fish all over them and heart bubbles. As if that wasn't enough of a connection, we went into the "garage" to get more blood-work done before the sedation, and Gideon's IV worked beautifully (no additional pokes needed). When they cleaned out the IV line before reconnecting, they flushed it full of something to clean it out. Gideon asked if those were the good fishies to take away the bad fishies.
We were ushered into the Sedation Room and Bone Marrow extraction room, and I told Dr. Lobel (Gideon's main man) about the angel, the sharks, the bad fishies, the good fishies...all of it. It was such a comfort to my soul. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "Do you want to see the acronym for one of the tests?" He lowered his clipboard and pointed. There in black and white was the word "FISH." Is there any doubt that we are not surrounded by God? None. This moment made me feel a surge of strength and as medication after medication was zapped into Gideon's IV and he began to drift off, I knew everything would be okay.
...and it was! They needed to get two samples in order to have enough, but at least he won't have to go under for this procedure again. As Gideon began waking up, the first thing out of his mouth was a song. No "Hi, Mommy." He fluttered his eyelids and in full voice began to sing, "Somewhere...over the rainbow! Way up high!" (This is one of our nigh-night songs that I have forced Gideon to sing for me as my ability to sing them has not been very strong). Talk about sweetness.
Gideon is napping now after a long day of visiting and an EKG (when he was hooked up to all the wires he said in his best robotic voice, "I. Am. A. Robot!"
THANK YOU for the prayers, everyone. Please know that we FEEL them. We can tangibly FEEL them working.
Brody and I had a chance to go play outside and take a walk. He made a couple of wishes at the wishing well... He didn't see my tears as he wished, only smiles. He wished his daddy could get a motorcycle and then he wished Gideon would be all better. He whispered them, but I heard. I'm sure he was heard by Someone else, as well. Brody's birthday is tomorrow and his birthday party with a few friends is Wednesday. We are trying to make it as SPECIAL as we can. He is really, really struggling. He may be taking this present situation the worst out of all of us. Please think of him on his special day. We adore him, as well. I want him to FEEL that the way I FEEL your prayers.