We're heading back to Packard Children's Hospital at Stanford today. Our MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologist will be taking a peak down Noah's trachea to see how it's healing.
It's...an early morning, a three hour drive, the monotony of pre-admitting, the fun of waiting through the procedure, the joy of the recovery room, followed by the anticipation of another three hour drive home...after he's alert and responsive...after he's deemed fit...after he is able to eat without vomiting...after all the tests have been done...after all the results have come back...after...after...after...
We're hoping to get some answers why Noah is having such a hard time breathing through his nose/mouth as well as why he's been so sick the past few months. Answers would be great...but...we're not holding out for them. We know how unusual Noah's condition is and how much patience is required to be his parents. Answers are good, but we're trusting that God has a plan for our Bubs. A plan that far surpasses our understanding.
This adventure has been, and will continue to be, One Wild Ride! We know that in the blink of an eye, it will all change...it will all be over...and we are holding on to what God has entrusted to us. Children truly are a gift from Him, and we are merely here to nourish what has been given to us. Though this road is bumpy, God has given us All Terrain tires. We're eager to learn what He has planned for our family.