Backstory, Part Seven

The night before Elijah's first surgery, I remember watching him lay peacefully in Dan's arms, sucking contentedly on his pacifier, his dark eyes calm, and thinking, "What are we about to do? Are we really doing the right thing? He's doing so well--maybe we really can wait for his jaw to grow out."



Our precious baby. We got his jammies off, all ready to go in the morning, and then it was my turn to hold him. And almost right away, the alarms went off. And we had to bring out the blow-by again. Oh yeah, this is why.



It was incredibly difficult to put him in his bed and leave for the night.