|He ended the day ok!|
In the run up to today's events, my son didn't sleep very well. Despite his procedure yesterday going as it should have, his nerves took over in the night and he was VERY anxious by this morning and not feeling great. Though everyone around him was lovely and did all they could to reassure and comfort him, it wasn't an ideal morning.
Add to that the nurse mistakenly gave him a cracker to eat with some meds this morning, which is a HUGE no-no before surgery as it significantly increases the risk of getting a chunk of stuff in the lungs. . .a very dangerous situation.
So we then had a decision. . .we could either press on and hope for the best or we could re-do BOTH procedures at a later date, which would not only be more uncomfortable for him, but also meant our son would have to go through the emotional anticipation and stress all over again. After much discussion with the surgeons and then the anesthesiologist, we finally decided to go forward with the surgery today. But of course, my 'Mama-worry-meter' was going through the roof.
|Intubated and out!|
A couple of hours and a LOT of gray hairs later, he was stable again, though the medical team was having one heck of a time waking him up. That was a little stressful too.
But FINALLY, almost eight hours after he went in to the operating room, his eyes fluttered open. Breathing was fine, the cecostomy looked good, and he was hoping to see a movie (and wondered when he would be allowed to eat! Ah! Normalcy!!)
It was a wild, wild ride today. A little scary at times, and a little sad at others (it was heartbreaking to see him so anxious and worried), but it ended just fine.
My boy is safe and on the mend.