Well, I’m a bit tuckered out tonight, but I have time for a quick update on the Smaller Animal’s surgery.
We brought him into Children’s Hospital at 7am on Monday; they took him back for surgery around 9:15am. By that point he was already doped up and feeling pretty happy. By 1pm he was back in ICU, his Ross Procedure a great success. His surgeon stopped by to let us know that all had gone well, but it was a very short conversation—
On Wednesday he started doing walks around the floor. That night, they finally removed his dressing and we got to see his cool new Frankenstein scar. By Thursday morning, they were prepping him to go home. A little after noon, we left the hospital. (This, by the way, was more than a day earlier than we were told was the absolute minimum stay he could expect. Which is pretty positive, overall.)
Life at home was a little better than in the ICU, as you might imagine. He had his familiar food around him, no one was telling him he couldn’t eat bread because it’s made with milk and his stupid parents made the mistake of mentioning he’s lactose-intolerant (for the record: lactose intolerant does not mean you can’t consume anything that’s been waved near a cow), and everyone was falling over themselves to do things for him. He got to sit on the reclining couch and he didn’t even have to put the legs up (or down) himself. We finished up the new season of Stranger Things in 2 or 3 marathon sessions. The Lasix (a diuretic) they had him on was killing us, because it made him need to pee every 15 minutes (if not more often), and getting up and down off the sofa when your breastbone has been cracked in half and jammed back together and wrapped up with a wire is not so easy. But it wasn’t so bad, and he never complained, or even asked for more pain meds.
Which brings us to today. Early this morning he developed a headache that was so bad it made him cry—
Anyhow, the upshot is that, tonight, he’s been more animated than I’ve seen him in quite a while. (Because, you know, even in the days before the surgery, the nerves and stress meant that he was a bit more subdued than usual.) But tonight he was joking around with his siblings, doing a lot more things on his own, actually excited about eating for a change ... actually showing some signs that this whole ripping-him-open-and-putting-him-back-together thing might have left him better off than before. Which we’re all pretty excited about, obviously.
So, it’s been quite an ordeal, and a very stressful week where none of us got much sleep—
Looking forward to happier days ahead.