It happened kinda fast...but Carter had his surgery today! If you aren't caught up (heck-I'm not!), he had an inguinal hernia (intestine poking out his abdominal wall down low, just above his privates) (we're a family blog, ya'll!) Anywho, we saw a surgeon on Wednesday, and he scheduled us for today. That's service. ; )
I was sailing along just fine until last night. I just lost it. It all became so overwhelming. I was packing my suitcase (we were supposed to be there at 5:30am, surgery at 7:30am) since we had to spend tonight so he could be observed for 24 hours after anesthesia, and I just started stressing. Packing for me, packing for him, worrying about the other kids. My mom had an MRI at ten this morning, so she was busy herself, and I just could not ask my friends for help. I am crippled that way. Well..I called a couple babysitters (somehow I can justify asking someone to be at my house at 5:15am if I can pay them), but they were busy.
We'd decided to just have Ches stay home with the kids, and I'd take him alone. At 5:15am. With me full of milk, and him starving. Oh, did I mention I couldn't feed him after midnight? Yeah, that too. (Required Ches driving all over NW Arkansas after 10 last night looking for the holy grail of breast pumps...me and my fancy electric Medela just don't tango anymore...) So..I called Courtney and she listened to Irrational Me (she's patient like that), and worked through some scenarios.. and ended with her telling me how she really could handle her five kids (while her husband was working!) and my three. And I believed her, since she tells the truth. ; )
So..I did what I could handle. We got them ready for bed, jammied, teeth brushed, etc. and Ches took them over there a little before ten. I didn't want them to get in the way, but what did she do? Let them do crafts and play and have fun! I expected quick bed, but she wanted them to have some fun. ; ) She worried and prayed over my babies, and even let Ethan sleep next to her since he got up in the night (like he does here..). I felt bad and thankful and overwhelmed (again!) and good all at the same time. Ever have someone worry and love your kids like you do? It's a happy feeling. : )
They were fine, and Ches picked them up when we heard Carter was out of surgery and had been moved to recovery (Safe!). They were worried about Carter, and they couldn't wait to see him either. I was just thankful Ches got to go with me this morning-it was hard with all the crying. Carter woke up about 4:20, hungry. Ches went to get him and gave him a paci. Not quite, he said. He was mad, and cried for over an hour. When we finally got on the highway to the hospital, he fell asleep and slept till we got to the there. Then mellowed for an hour or so. He must have been exhausted, and had no fuel for his fire. (Come to find out he was dehydrated, and he had repeated pokes to get an i.v.-thanks doctors for the No Food After Midnight rule!) But he even laid on the bed and wasn't mad. I knew it was prayer carrying us-this was odd for him. He doesn't even like to lay down. Period. Angels were holding him probably. Or singing Amazing Grace, the kind his momma really needed. ; )
Then we had to change him into the way-big hospital gown:
|It was so huge. I didn't even tie it. He was covered in cartoony tigers. Just like Ethan was a couple weeks ago!|
We waited..and waited. They assign each patient a random number, and you watch the computer screens for updates on your family member (number). We saw when the surgery began, and they posted the ending time about 20 minutes late, but at least we knew he was out, and okay. Soon, the doctor came out and told us he did fine, and was doing lots of healthy screaming. He was so calm. I asked if someone was holding my screaming baby trying to comfort him, and when could I go hold him?? He said it'd be another 30 minutes or so. Agony. It turned out to be only about 10 minutes. Either they'd had enough, or he always overestimates. (Like him saying we'd have to spend Friday night, but then he said we could GO HOME!!)
We decided we really liked him. He was super calm, and he asked if he could pray with us before surgery. A really good prayer. I can't remember it, but the Holy Spirit was speaking to me and comforting me, and it made me have confidence in this man that was about to see inside my baby. Places only God had seen.
And then Ches went to get the kids, and I went to hold my baby. My screaming baby that would not eat. I thought he'd be ravenous, but no. No momma milk. He just wanted to be held and rocked..and sleep. He never did eat, but they let us go anyway. So today he slept all day (till about 6:30pm, with bouts of crying and little bits of milk in between). He finally took some Tylenol about 6:30, and ate well twice. He's now in bed..maybe for the night?
Since I haven't slept in two days, I'm going to sleep when he sleeps. ; ) Hope your babies are well, and home, and eating well. Sometimes we take those for granted! It's these times I remember to be thankful for the little things. Like my own bed. And dinner with my family tonight. Even if it was at 8:30. : ) Hugs!
|Peaceful sleep..precious. G'night, ya'll!|