Tyler was not allowed any food/drink after midnight so in hopes to keep him full a little while longer the morning of his surgery, I woke him up at 11:30 PM hoping to get him to drink a little, but I could not wake that boy for the life of me. I tried changing his diaper and turning on the light, but he was sound asleep. I felt horrible trying to wake a peaceful, sleeping baby, He did manage to take in about an ounce so that was better than nothing. I put him back down in his crib, but he woke about 3 AM fussing a bit. I picked him up and rocked him back to sleep. He woke about 6:20 AM, which is about an hour earlier than usual. I am thankful he woke on his own because I didn't want to wake him again. I changed his diaper and we played for a few minutes before loading him in the car for the hospital. He was happy as a clam and didn't even cry or act like he was hungry. I was dreading that the most because we've never refused giving him something to eat, but thankfully we didn't have to cross that bridge. The nurses, hospital bed and his best friend Geoffrey the giraffe kept him occupied while we waited in the hospital room. A few nurses came in, the anesthesiologist explained to us how they would put him to sleep along with a series of questions. The nurse checked his vitals, gave us a hospital gown for him to wear and got everything prepped on their end. Dr. Brown finally popped into the room and told us again what his plans were and what to do post op. He is a very likable doctor and most importantly good at what he does. Tyler was scheduled for surgery at 7:30 AM, but that came and went. About 7:50 AM, his surgical nurse and nurse anesthetist came to carry him away. They both checked my bracelet and Tyler's to make sure they had the correct patient and off he went. Rich walked out to the waiting area to get my Mom and his Mom so they could wait with us in the hospital room. As I watched the nurses take my baby from me, tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't like the thought of him going to surgery alone. It made my heart hurt for him knowing he was going to wake up in recovery in a room full of strangers. Thankfully, once he opened his eyes, the nurses brought him to us as fast as they could. We heard him screaming as he approached our door, which made me feel very anxious. There was a baby in the room next door to us that had been screaming for about forty-five minutes. It was awful and I felt so bad for that sweet girl.
It took Tyler about ten minutes to calm down. He looked so lost and was very fidgety. He kept looking around the room frantically as the anesthesia was wearing off. Luckily, we had a wonderful nurse who held him for a moment which calmed him a bit. She said often times she can get babies soothed a little easier than parents since she has no emotional attachment to the kids. She was right. The nurse went over post-op instructions as we dressed Tyler. We loaded him in his car seat and out the door we went. He was still a little upset until we got in the car, but once the car got moving and I gave him a bottle, he fell right to sleep. I anticipated him to sleep for awhile once we got home, but we woke up about twenty minutes after we got home. You never, ever would had known he had surgery less than an hour prior. He was happy as a clam, laughing, talking and ready to start his day. It amazes me how resilient children really are.
I hope and pray that the tubes stay in place for eighteen months as planned and that they put an end to all the ear infections Tyler has endured. I do know one thing, our sweet boy has been one tough cookie!
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| Getting ready for surgery isn't that bad! |
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| These hospital rails are really neat |
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| Relaxin' |
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