On Wednesday, poor little Bubby had to have surgery (hydrocelectomy). We woke up at 7, fed him a huge delicious breakfast of eggs, bacon, grapes, and crescent rolls, and started his fast. We were scheduled to be up in Carmel by 2pm, so we left around noon. Poor Noah had to stop all liquids around the same time we left, so thankfully he slept in the van for most of the ride.
We got to IU North and checked in. By this time, Noah had already missed out on lunch AND any water/juice/milk for a couple of hours, but he was doing well. We headed up to the surgery floor and met with Dr. Rink who apologized but said the OR was running about two hours behind.... Commence more stress b/c that meant Noah wouldn't be able to eat or drink for EVEN LONGER... That also meant I had more time to sit around and worry at a hospital...
It also meant we took a lot of selfies! Someone loves to say "Cheese!" now, so that bought us a little bit of time. We got him all changed into his adorable little hospital jammies, read books, played with toys, and spent a LOT of time with the iPad. Whatever works, right?
Noah also discovered the hospital's MagnaDoodle which became a lifesaver.
Somehow, the little man stayed happy and only fussed a couple of times. He won over the heart of Nurse Megan who carried him around, gave him her name badge, played ball with him, and basically just spoiled him. Mom and dad were thankful for her because she actually carried him back into the OR, to save him from screaming when the male nurse tried to take him back. She also came out and told us he did really well once they got in the OR, which saved me from crying as many tears as I had planned on crying.
Surgery was originally scheduled for 3:30p.m. but they didn't take him back until about 5:45p.m. Then Kevin and I were sent out to the waiting room to sit as patiently as possible. Noah had the absolute last scheduled surgery of the day, so the waiting room became more and more empty as we sat. Dr. Rink came out around 6:30ish to say everything went well, and Noah was in the Recovery room. A few minutes later, a nurse took us back to see him. He was still under when we went back, but woke up shortly thereafter. He woke up crying, probably from the shock of trying to figure out where he was, why he felt funny, and why he had an IV and other monitors hooked to him. Once we calmed him down a bit, he gladly ate all the Teddy Grahams and drank all of his apple juice. The nurse took out his IV, we got him dressed, and he got his new stuffed snake for being such a brave boy, and we were able to get out of there by about 7:30 or so.
Saddest little hospital bracelet and mask :(
Noah was still a bit upset about everything, but Mom kept stuffing him full of snacks until he fell asleep for remainder of the car ride home. He was such a brave little boy. I'm so proud of him and so glad all of this is done and over with! I'm thankful he had no reactions to anything and that he won't remember it! I just hope we don't have to go through this again for a LONG time, if ever. Yesterday was a day for recovery, and he seemed to be doing really well. So, for now, we'll just remember how cute he looked in his jammies :)
