Noah's surgery Thursday went great. Forgive all the details, but I also put these posts into Noah's journal (I have a very poor memory) so that I can look back and remember everything :)
Noah of course loves doctors and hospitals, so he was totally at peace with everything. I on the other hand, was getting more anxious, but trying to keep calm for Noah. I blame it on the extra pregnancy hormones. I did fine until they wheeled him back to the OR. Then I lost it. Of course we brought donuts so I enjoyed a donut in the midst of my crying fest- haha...
When they called Noah back to the prepping area, he ran down the hall saying, "Oh boy this is going to be fun!!!!" Oh my. His only concern that day was he feared the doctors/nurses would lose his Buzz Lightyear PJs. He knew he had to put a gown on, and worried that they just couldn't keep track of such a valued possession. I assured him that Mommy would keep them and they would be safe. We planned on letting him take "Blankie" back to the OR, a small blanket with an elephant head that he sleeps with. When the anesthesiologist asked if that was going back to the OR, Noah looked at me with this, "I don't know if they can keep Blankie safe" look. So I offered to keep Blankie with me and relief washed over him. He is so funny!
We just loved all the doctors and anesthesiologist involved. They were wonderful. Everyone knew of his previous condition, and not only knew about it, but were well informed (unlike his surgery a year and a half ago!) One doctor made him a glove balloon chicken. When asked if Noah wanted a boy or girl balloon, Noah said, a girl. (I guess he still is into wanting a baby sister pretty badly!)
Noah loves group hugs, and wanted one when they began to get things really going. I almost lost it there. He is just the sweetest thing ever. once they gave him the happy drugs to lead him to la-la land, he was even funnier than normal. We were in stitches.
After speaking with the anesthesiologist, he eased our minds with the biggest thing to us. They said they would try NOT to intibate. We believe this was what caused Noah such a problem during his last surgery because his lungs didn't have to work hard then they extibated him and its like they couldn't remember their function. I guess because of their small size due to CDH they just couldn't muster it. They ended up having to give him some extra breathing help last surgery.
This time however, they were able to just mask him so when he came out of surgery his lungs were still doing their job. What a relief! After speaking to him, Noah's ENT came in, said hello then immediately turned back to the anesthesia team and made sure they were aware of his CDH. THAT is the kind of doctor I appreciate- one that knows the chart & wants everyone on the same page as far as his care.
They took Noah back to the OR about 7:45 am, and I couldn't hold the tears in any longer. I knew the hernia repair and tubes were routine, but its just so draining. About 8am, my cell phone rang and they said the doctor was looking for me. (Of course that gave me a heart attack!) Luckily it was the ENT saying she was finished and she gave me his old tubes. Uh, thanks.) The general surgeon took over, and by 8:30ish am he came out. We were SHOCKED at how fast they were. They alloted 90 minutes and were done in no time. They said Noah did great and would be back to "Noah" in no time.
When I finally was taken back to recovery, Noah was still sleeping. When he woke up he wasn't his happy cheerful self, but I suppose no toddler would have been. He wanted that IV OUT. NOW. The worst part was he wanted to sit up so badly but he didn't have the strength yet so he was getting frustrated- not to mention he was still drugged so I couldn't understand anything he was trying to tell me.
Once we were home he started asking to play football. Answer, no. The local anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, but when it did he sure slowed down considerably. The nurses had given him a zillion stickers so we let him add those to his sticker book when we got home to keep him still, at least momentarily. They told us to bring loose fitting clothes to not bother his stitches, so we decided on this 5T shirt from Disney that we got a few years ago. It came with a hat that DID fit Noah at the time- haha! He also had to revert to diapers so we could fold them to not bother the stitches.
By Friday he was walking around and climbing the stairs again. In fact, he walked over to his Daddy when we got home from the hospital and said, "I hurt me. I need some candy to help me feel all better." Of course he was given some. That night we asked Noah to thank God for something that happened that day. He said, "thank you Jesus for taking care of me today." AMEN AND AMEN!
Thank you all for the prayers for our little Bean. He's doing quite well now. Especially since my brother & his family sent a Disney cookie bouquet last night. That just thrilled Noah!!
In the waiting room
In recovery