Today Nolan had to have a procedure that required him to be under general anesthesia. I had lots of friends and family praying for him (and me!), and the whole experience could not have gone any better. I am so grateful for those answered prayers!
After his breathing tube was removed and he was awake, I was allowed to go back to the recovery room to be with him. A hospital employee walked me back to a large room with 14 beds for children coming out of surgery or procedures.
As soon as we walked into the recovery area, I saw one curled up lump under warm blankets and immediately recognized that lump as my baby. It struck me how amazing it is that I could recognize my child when I could only see his vague form under layers of blankets as well as a sliver of the top of his head.
That's one of the privileges of being a mother. I know my children. I know their voices, their cries, their laughs, their smells. I knew all of Nolan's answers before he spoke them to every worker or nurse who chatted with him. I beamed as he made jokes because that's my Nolan.
I love that these three children are mine, and I know them. That's pretty awesome.