January 9th, 2012 - Exam under anesthesia day. I barely slept the night before. Actually we only slept 30 minutes. Partially from nerves and partially because Isaac was ANGRY he couldn't eat past 1am. He was up and down most of the night. I almost broke down and fed him. He was so upset. This got me thinking again and asking God why did this happen to us? Why my baby? When would this hardship end? But then instead of asking why, I asked God to comfort my baby and protect him. After we got Isaac to sleep we tried to catch a little snooze, well a 30 minute cat nap.
We arrived at the hospital at 7am. Did all the standard "surgery" type stuff. Checked in. Got admitted. Got to our pre-op room. The nurse spent at least 45 minutes going through information and vitals and all that required stuff. Then we waited for the anesthesiologist to come by and talk to us. When he did come by he was very brief and very nice. We seemed like old pros at this. We really didn't have any questions. Just basically like that last time.
When our surgeon came by she answered any questions we had. I always felt more comfortable asking her questions. She is not only an amazing surgeon but a mom as well so she knows how I am feeling. I started crying, like usual. She told me he would be ok and she wouldn't let anything happen to him. She always knew how to comfort me. She told me I had to stop crying or she was going to cry. LOL. I was a hot mess!!!
When the nurse came by to take him to the OR, it was Shannon from his first big surgery. She was one of the OR nurses. And she remembered us! I instantly felt a little better. Isaac had a team that knew him and that made me feel better. We gave Isaac all the kisses and hugs we could. I told him I would be waiting for him with a bottle when he was done. I felt so bad, again. Like I did before his first surgery. He was older now. He knew a little more about what was going on. And some strange lady was going to take him away. I really hoped he wouldn't be scared. I have never left him since the day he was born. I felt so terrible. Shannon picked him up and carried him off to the OR. We knew the routine. Go upstairs to surgery waiting and WAIT.
We checked in upstairs at the desk. Walked over to our table we had sat at during his first surgery. We waited for our surgeons name to come up on the screen to see the progress. It flashed from in progress to done really fast. We kinda of looked at each other like what the heck is going on?? Was it like that because something happened? Or did it show that because it wasn't an actual surgery? We were so confused! Then the phone rang and one of the desk ladies came over and said they were finished and the surgeon would be up to talk to us. She escorted us to a room and we waited. We were really nervous because it was literally not even 10 minutes from when they took him away.
When she came in she told us that it was a 5 minute from start to finish procedure. FAST! She said that the area looked wonderful and she had no concerns after seeing it. She said that the inflammation was probably from his allergy and also from the surgery. She said it is pretty common for some swelling and inflammation to linger for awhile after surgery and that the allergy probably just irritated it even more. SUCCESS! His initial surgery worked! Nothing was wrong. No more surgeries at this point. Now I just wanted to get to my baby.
Our surgeon walked us down to the recovery room. Isaac was crying his head off. He was so hungry and so out of it. But they told us it should wear off within minutes because he was only under for less than 5 minutes. So he had barely any anesthetic. We fed him. Got him dressed and the discharged us within 10 minutes. We left the hospital around 10am. His procedure was at 9. The pre-op stuff took longer than the surgery and recovery! We couldn't get out of there fast enough!!
We were so happy that we could finally put this part of the journey behind us.. And hopefully wouldn't be back at the hospital any time soon. We just wanted some normalcy in our lives..
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