The Pierces: Mountains, Valleys, and Mustard Seeds: Not Exactly What I Was Hoping For!

Surgery was scheduled for the following Monday morning IF Lynley's heart remained in heart block. I spent that week willing that precious heart to "click" on its own. I watched the heart monitor almost constantly while I was with her. They informed us that, with each passing day, the likelihood of the electrical part of her heart kicking in was lower. I kept believing but preparing myself for another (much less serious) surgery. If it is your child, though, any surgery feels big.

God was definitely in our week's wait. He gave our precious Lynley awesome nurses to take care of her. I was astounded at how much love and care each one gave. None of them minded my middle-of-the-night phone calls to check on my angel. Also, we could not have felt more loved and cared for while there. There was never a long stretch of time that we were alone. So many friends and family visited us during our (seems like forever) stay. That meant more to us than we could ever truly express. Times can get pretty lonely staring at the heart monitor of your little blessing and willing it to change. So many people made that lonely time bearable (please note that I did not enjoyable). We even had to spend Father's Day in the hospital. I hated that for Jason, but our other little miracle, Harrison, spent the night and day with us! Though it was not the most perfect of places to spend a holiday so special, it was complete with our whole family together under one roof (even if it had to be a hospital roof)!

Even though my wish would never have been facing another surgery with my daughter, that was the reality. They came to get her about 9:30. Of course I was a big ball of tears, but it was a little easier. They rolled her bed down the hall to surgery and let me stroll most of the way with her. I just couldn't believe we were here again. I had to tell myself that, in order to go home, this had to happen and it was best for Lynley. We were assured that a pacemaker would not alter her life one bit...unless she wanted to play football in the future! I felt pretty confident that my little princess wouldn't be choosing the football route.

Surgery went great. It was once again hard to see her after the surgery, but the recovery time was much less. She did really well and the pacemaker was doing its job perfectly. We stayed a few more days (LONG days), and were finally released on Thursday afternoon.

Now it was time to breathe and recover.....