Tears rolled down his face, blood oozing from the nose and mouth, loud groans of mother take me home could be heard reverberating the busy hospital corridors. His hands forcefully pinned to the bed to prevent hurting self. Nurses surrounded the bed whispering words of comfort and reassurance that the boy will be fine.

This is not a scene from a movie; it’s a real life experience. That was me and it was my beloved son going through all this. Tears rolled down my face for close to 30 minutes, i couldn’t bear seeing my little boy go through so much pain. Seeing him in this devastating state crushed my soul, I trembled and felt helpless and confused. At this point, my mind was racing with many thoughts, for a moment I wanted to take his place so I would bear the pain instead of him – as if this can be possible.

I was not alone in this, I looked at Nat who tightly held our son’s hands so he couldn’t further hurt himself, he was sweating profusely and yet couldn’t spare a second to wipe the sweat. He used a lot of energy holding the boy down on the bed to avoid endless movements since he was not stable. You could tell he was worn out and yet couldn’t bow out. I had never seen him in such a deplorable state. You could see the pain in his eyes and yet he maintained his composure.

What run in our minds is how we got into this predicament. Apparently our boy was born with this defect and we were in the process of correcting it, we didn’t imagine it would be so painful. For a moment I wanted to ask God why us, why our little boy but decided not to question my creator. I looked back at the numerous good things He has done for us and stayed quiet. I instead pondered, who am I to question God?? I quickly remembered Ephesians 3:20 that says God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. I quietly cried out to God to heal my son and relieve him of the pain.

All this passed and we were discharged from hospital, am glad to report my boy healed faster than we had all imagined and were now ready to get past all this encounter. we did visit the doctor for review and to have a final report if the surgery was successful. We had our hopes high and couldn’t wait to get this done with.

We were met with the unexpected from the doctor; he humbly informed us how he needed to do a second surgery on our son to completely eliminate the problem. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; questions like how could he? Who does he take us for? and the rest popped into my mind. Tears rolled down my chicks as I imagined another round of pain, blood, fighting and all that. It was a blow to us; I recall Nat almost passed out in front of the doctor. He fully recovered after taking a glass of water.

It was a somber mood as we drove back home; we used Roman 8:28 for comfort which says that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

I write this blog while in hospital for the second surgery and am confident God has our back and all will go well, my boy is first a child of God before he is my son and I know God has the best plan for him.