Yikealo woke up yesterday morning with what we thought was a stomach virus. By last evening, he was feverish and writhing in pain intermittently, so we ended up in the ER. A CT scan showed some issues, so he was transferred to Akron Children's Hospital early this morning, and a few hours later, had an appendectomy. His appendix had ruptured, although the surgeon said that the infection had not spread much at all, and he was confident that they cleaned out the abdominal cavity sufficiently during surgery. So....we're stuck in the hospital for at least three days and would appreciate your prayers! Mr. Y has been incredible - so brave and strong - and he's pretty excited that he has yet something else in common with his Daddy: a "belly ouchie." I mean, who would not want matching laparoscopic abdominal scars with their favorite person in the world?
I must say that I am not fond of this particular part of motherhood. I really hate seeing my little guy in pain. I hate worrying about possible infections. Yet, I am also amazed by and thankful for God's provision. If Yikealo had not become part of our family, this appendicitis attack could very likely have been fatal for him.