Another plan change

It would seem that the phrase "plans are made to be changed" is actually true, and we are currently living proof. I was hoping that if Brandt was over his cold a week or so before surgery was scheduled that we'd still be able to stick with the current dates, but as it turns out, they like to wait a good four to six weeks after the onset of any virus before they operate. Our current surgery date (May 11th) was about three weeks from onset, so it's a no-go. We haven't talked to anyone about rescheduling yet, but are hoping for a call on Monday. 

The nurse I talked to yesterday about it said that we're looking at the last week of May or early June sometime. To be honest, our original time frame worked a lot better, because we were hoping to be back home by early June to possibly attend a memorial service for my great-aunt Alice. The new suggested schedule means missing both that and the church convention that we go to every year. It's not exactly ideal, but while there isn't an alternative for the memorial, at least there's a possible option of going to another convention later in the summer. On top of that, Joyce, who is planning to come out and help with Wade while I'm gone, had gotten her train tickets to come out just days before we got this news, so we've had to ask her to rearrange her schedule for us again.

All in all, it isn't much more than an annoyance, in the scheme of things, but I've found myself a little irked about it, regardless. Not at the hospital...they're just doing their part to make sure his surgery and recovery go as smoothly as possible...but just the situation in general. We knew from the start that illness was no good for a kid like Brandt, both for the risk it posed to him and because they wouldn't operate on anyone with even the slightest sniffle, so I've done my best to keep him away from large gatherings and the general public. Of course, I can't just leave him home alone, so that has meant sequestering myself at home with the boys for the majority of the last two months. We've made it out occasionally, which was always enjoyable, but each trip left me feeling guilty because "I really should just be staying home where I know he can't get sick." But even with as careful as we've been, we still managed to catch a bug, right when it would count against us.

Sigh.

Like I said, it really isn't that big of a deal. The surgery will still happen, even if it does mean rearranging our schedule, so I think it's time I just get over it and count my blessings. In fact, Brandt will have more time to gain weight and grow a bit more, which is never detrimental in a case like this. I'll also have more time to stock up on his formula (I feed him a homemade version that I have to make up and freeze in breastmilk storage bags...it's a little time consuming). And who knows how else God can use this for good? So far, I'm seeing it as a lesson in flexibility, which is never a bad thing. I'll update again when we know our new (tentative) surgery date!