Chace's big surgery and a new beginning.

Chace had his big surgery yesterday. The months and weeks before the the big day were filled with excitement, trepidation, and anticipation. The night before was filled with weird vivid dreams, irrational fears, anxiety and happiness at the thought of Chace not needing a tracheostomy to breath. In 6 days Chace will awake from a 7 day nap, crabby, tired and feeling funny from all the medication being pumped into his little body to keep him still and sleeping. He will for the first time since he was a infant be able to breath on his own. He will be able to voice all his opinions and wants and be able to  tell us exactly what he wants. He may still use the sign language that he knows to communicate until he gets used to his voice. I am trying to stay as positive about his future as I can I have my fears just like any mother, and will continue to forever. At this moment here at the hospital with my son sleeping peacefully in the crib next to my chair I write knowing that Monday will come soon and he will wake up ready to play. I joke and laugh and smile with the nurses and doctors hoping that Chace hears the laughter and it makes him heal faster. Laughter is the best medicine in my mind. I imagine, while the nurses bustle around the pediatric intensive care unit, that there is Chace's own personal guardian angel holding his hand and constantly praying for his speedy recovery. I think she is a beautiful angel with long golden hair, (Chace likes blonds) keeping watch over my little boy.