Surgery
On Wednesday the 19th, we headed into the hospital for our arrival time of 9:00 AM. We were expecting the worst since Malachi could only have formula until 3 AM and then clear liquids until 7 AM. If you have ever been around our child when he is hungry, he is not a happy camper. He lets you know that it is time to eat and if you are taking too long he goes into full blown anger. The kind where they hold their breath, turn bright red, and there is nothing you can do to console them...yep, we were preparing for the worst. We left our house at 6:30 AM and he slept the whole way to Cleveland. We sat in registration over an hour waiting to be called. My son who can barely make it 3 hours between feedings fell asleep in my lap....I didn't question it. I just snuggled my baby and praised Jesus! They finally called us back to do paperwork and prep him for surgery. Our little man just sat there through the whole process--not crying. They started the surgery at 11:30 and wer...