Monday, April 21, 2008
As expected, neither Chuck or I slept well last night. The little patient however, slept like a little prince. In fact, when I decided to wake him up at 11pm last night to top him off with 10 oz of milk, the kid literally slept through it. It was like his little dream-feed.
We were all up and out of the house by 6:45am. I really thought that we would have a rough time with Christian not being able to eat or drink, but he did fantastic. I actually complained more about being hungry and needing coffee. He just chilled in the car.
We got to Hopkins around 8:15 for our 10:15 schedule surgery. We ended up having to wait until almost 12pm for his surgery due to a back-up in the OR. Hopkins has a great set-up for all the pediatric patients in their pre-op area. Christian loved playing in the little playhouse. We met with all the doctors and anesthesiologists. We were fine. Until, our surgeon presented me with a box. It was Christian's implant. I had to sign a paper confirming it was the right brand. That's when I lost it. It was one of those "movie" moments, when I saw the past 14 months flash before my eyes in an instant. I replayed his birth, nursing him, seeing him smile for the first time, his myriad of tests, family vacation, his 1st Christmas, his birthday, his 1st steps. I felt this loud crash in my heart when the last curve of my name left the paper. That's when I lost it.
Only one of us was allowed to take Christian back into the OR, so Chuck carried Christian back with the surgeon and anesthesiologist. Throughout all of our testing with Christian, Chuck has always been the one to be with him when he is put under. It's just something that I don't do well.
The next 2.5 hours were the longest of my life. I tried not to worry, and just read the gossip magazines that my friend Kim brought me last night, but I ultimately ended up pacing the halls (although I did read what Kevin Federline has been up to). Chuck and I just held hands. I said the rosary. I waited.
When we finally were called back to see our sweet boy waking up from surgery, I couldn't get in there fast enough. At first glance, my eyes welled up with tears. He had all these cords and IVs, and the dressing on his head were so big and bulky. I couldn't wait to hold him and cradle my baby. He sucked down 10 ounces of apple juice faster than I've ever seen. We waited about 1.5 hours in the post-op, filled prescriptions, and just held our angel. He was groggy. His throat hurt. My heart hurt.
Once we got home, Christian ate like a champ, and while he was a bit fussy, was just good as gold. He's sleeping now, and is even keeping his dressing on. We're going to be checking in on him all night tonight. I'm going to be laying on the couch, drinking my wine, and thanking God for an easy surgery. We're in for an interesting week. He can't have a bath, and has lots of drugs to take. I've cleared our schedule, and we're anxiously awaiting my Mom and Dad's arrival.
We appreciate everyone's love and prayers. Keep praying for a speedy recovery for our angel.