My son's first surgery was in April '06. He had a calcified cephalohematoma removed. The surgery went well, recovery went well . . . until June and then we started having problems. Parts of the skin around the incision weren't healing. We discovered that his body was rejecting the bone wax that was used to seal the skull to limit bleeding during the surgery. In August '06, we went back into the hospital to basically have the area debrided. We weren't prepared for the wound care after this surgery. After his first surgery, we basically kept the incision site cleaned. After this surgery, we had open wounds that required sterile (as close as we could get) packings three times a day. A nightmare. It required one or two extra people to hold him down while I tried to keep myself calm enough to remove the old packing and put in the new. It was physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually draining. I didn't think I would ever be able to do anything like this, and yet day after day, I was plodding along. Crying, praying, weeping, praying, hoping, praying. It was finally over in October '06. I did experience depression following this, and got some medical help. Looking back now, I see that God was carrying me and my heavy burden each and every day, each and every moment. With Him, all things are possible.
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