It was still dark outside when we left for the hospital. There was a light drizzle that made the road reflect the street lights. We passed sleepy shopping strips with their christmas lit stores and deserted parking lots. All the world seemed to be waiting, breath held, for the sun to rise and usher in the first day of our festive season.
It was 5 AM, far too early for the rest of the world. No school buses ran, the traffic was light, rush hour would be leisurely as most businesses wound down for the holiday.
Surgery was scheduled for 7:30 AM, but there were delays and we sat and waited, watching the closed captioned words typing across the silent TV screen in the OR waiting room until nearly 9 AM.
Then they took him away. The procedure was simple. A fissure had opened in his mouth and they went in to attempt to close it. The fissure was allowing everything he swallowed to come back up out of his nose, a great party trick, but a drowning hazard. So they went in and closed it up.
We stayed until late afternoon, then I was allowed to take him home with me.
Today we are preparing for dinner at my mother's, she has made some things just for him to eat. It looks like we will be home for Christmas but since we have hardly had time to shop so we will celebrate late.
I already have the greatest gift I could have asked for. A day of watching The Muppet's Christmas Carol and It's a Wonderful Life with my baby by my side.
It is a wonderful life.
Happy Holidays to you all.
May your day be blessed with happiness and peace.