We have known for awhile. We thought we were prepared. But when you get there and see your child hug his Mr. Lamb and sit waiting to go into surgery, you realize that nothing, absolutely nothing can prepare you for the moment the nurses wheel your baby away from you through those double swinging doors. It does not prepare you for the moment when your baby asks you why you can't come with him. It does not prepare you to hold back your tears and feelings of absolute fear from your son when you tell him to listen to the nurses and doctors and that you will see him very soon.
Fortunately, there are moments of humor amidst the seriousness of the situation. In the seemingly endless sixty minutes before the patients go into the operating room, our little man of steel was a fantastic trooper. He was hungry, thirsty and in great need of a nap, but he sure did make the most out of a mask with vanilla cake flavor on it. Personally I thought our little nook of the pre-op area smelled like a stinky rendition of one of those holiday body shower flavors at Bath and Body Works, but Baby O seemed to like it.
His choices of gas flavors were grape, strawberry, bubble gum or birthday cake. He chose birthday cake. In his mind, he thought they were asking him what he wanted when he went through those doors and having had not one bite to eat in the last 8 hours or so, he was fully expecting an actual birthday cake.
He came through like a champ, but was an absolute bear when he woke up and the birthday cake was not there. He did however settle for a rainbow Popsicle and a sticker.
Although pretty disoriented and out of it for a few hours, the next day he was back to normal and obviously recovering well.
We are relieved and thankful. Relieved because the build-up seemed extreme. I really thought we would never make it to the day of surgery. Despite becoming a complete germophobe of a Mother for about a month, (no play dates, no jumpy place, just good old fun outdoors, right?), in the 6-8 weeks before, he weathered three colds, an infected lip (from a cut in a fall off his bike), an apparent allergic reaction what we believe was a poisonous plant (when he deconstructed the plant and touched his infected lip), and a black and swollen eye (from a tumble off his scooter) just a couple of days before hand. After the last incident I decided that movie marathons were the only safe activity.
Now it's about recovery and movie marathons really are the only way to keep him from playing in the dirt or falling off his bike etc...Just a few more days of yet another viewing of Madagascar and Toy Story and he will be as good as new. So thankful it went well and hopeful that this will be our only and last experience visiting the surgeon's wing of the hospital. Frankly, I don't think I'm cut out for it (pun not intended).