As a new mom I never imagined having to endure the things I endured that day. I never once thought my son would have to go through what he went through at such a young age. At almost three weeks old my son was diagnosed with a condition that would require him to get surgery before his first birthday. Not only that it would also be surgery on his head. I wrote more about it here.
His surgery was scheduled for January 7, 2016, a Thursday. That Monday we had an appointment with the surgeons, neurosurgery, and anesthesia. It’s was mainly for if I had any last questions and to explain to me what would happen when we got there. They also took some last measurements and a little bit of blood.
On Tuesday I received a call telling me the last time he could have breast milk and clear liquids on the day of the surgery. Also what time his surgery was. His surgery was to be the first one performed by the craniofacial team that day. It was scheduled for 8 am. Meaning the last time he could have breast milk was at 4 am and clear liquids at 6 am. We were to check in by 6:30 am.
In the week prior to his surgery we tried to keep everything as normal as possible. Changing the routine too much can be stressful for baby. We were given a special body soap and ointment for his nose to start using 3 days before his surgery. We were to bathe him every night and put the ointment on twice a day. This was to kill any bacteria on his body, so he wouldn’t get an infection.
The night before we got everything ready. We packed his bag and ours. We were told he could take a comfort item with him into surgery, so we made sure he had his blanket, monkey, and paci. Though we only intended for him to take his blanket. We gathered up snacks and microwaveable food so we could eat while we were there.
I think the 2 most hardest things in the weeks prior to his surgery were keeping my composure and the suspense. In the weeks prior all I wanted to do was cry, but I didn’t and I kept it to myself. My mom was stressed enough as it was and I didn’t want to add to it. I knew she was there for me, but I didn’t want to be a burden on her. I knew she was feeling the same things I was. Also I also knew that if I let my feelings show through they would affect my son. I didn’t want him to be sad. I wanted him to be happy before his surgery. The suspense bothered me because as it got closer to surgery day time seemed to move slower. Once you get that date all you can do is wait and waiting for something so big is hard.
The morning of
The morning of surgery we woke up at 3:30 am. Our plan was to leave by 4 am. The first thing I did was feed him. Even though he had eaten about an hour before I wanted to make sure his belly was as full as possible. I didn’t want him to fuss too much because he wouldn’t be able to eat again. While I did this my mom got dressed and packed up the car. She then brought me his clothes so I could get him dressed.
As always I was the last one out of the house. I made sure we weren’t forgetting anything and that everything was turned off. Before I walked outside I stood in the door, sighed, and then walked out. It was going to be a long day.
Even though we had planned to leave at 4 we didn’t leave until 4:30. The ride was long but faster than we thought. We arrived at 5:30. At 5:45 I woke Bean up and gave him some pedialite. He only drank 3 oz out of 4. That worried me but at least he drank it.
Just before 6:30 we checked in. Then we waited for them to call us back. During this time Bean was awake and happy. Though I hoped he would go back to sleep because they say the anesthesia makes them feel like they hadn’t been sleep at all. I wanted him to be well rested.
After about 30 min of waiting someone came to get us. We were asked a ton of questions and made sure we knew what was going on. Then we washed Bean down with special wipes and put on his gown. Soon after someone came and took him away for surgery. I instantly missed him.
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