Surgery

Monday, Dylan had his umbilical hernia repair surgery.  The day before, he was a happy boy.  In fact, I was telling him about what to expect the next day and he was laughing the whole time I was talking to him.  Apparently he takes me very seriously.

The day of the surgery.  Well, let me start the night before the surgery.  Blake was up most of the night with a fever and I had to wake Dylan up at a certain time to eat because he needed to be fasting for the surgery,  then we needed to leave the house at 5:45am for the first surgery of the day.  I didn't get much sleep that night.  We get to the hospital and Dylan is actually a pretty happy kid, until we have been waiting for awhile and he realizes that he is hungry. The anesthesiologist comes to talk with us and tells us that because he has BWS, he will put some sugar in his mix of goodies but other than that the only other issue may be finding a vein because he is chubby...hehe.  (It took two times to find a vein).  While talking with him, Dylan dropped a toy on the ground so he picked it up but failed to give it back to Dylan so Dylan sat there and starred at the toy for awhile.  Nothing.  So, Dylan pointed at the toy...then the anesthesiologist realized that Dylan wanted the toy.  He actually was impressed that Dylan pointed at the toy.  I call it being the younger brother.  We waited while the hour long surgery went on.  Aaron enjoyed reading about The Avengers and I played some games and before we knew it, the surgeon came out and said, "He did great."  To which I replied, "Yeah, he just slept."  The surgery was a success.  We were then escorted back to the recovery room to find a screaming, miserable little boy.  Side note:  the hospital called days before to ask several questions (one being if he took drugs or smoked...really did you just ask me that questions?)  They also told me that he might wake up really happy, kind of drunk, mad or laughing.  I told them he will be mad.  So, he was mad, but he was very sad too.  He did not want to take a bottle, so I fed him, but he was just so miserable.  They gave him some more pain meds, and he was out again for 30 minutes, then woke up...looked around and wanted to eat.  I fed him and he was much better.  We drove home and Dylan slept most of the day.  For whatever reason, both Blake and Dylan only wanted mom, so it was a long day.  I now understand what people mean when they say that they wish they could take the pain away from their kid and endure it themselves.  It is so sad to see your kid in so much pain and just miserable.  

The day after surgery (today) he was much better.  He isn't still the same Dylan, but he is close.  He ate all day and slept very little which is what our normal Dylan is like.  Blake spent the day at a friends house so that I could take care of a very clingy little boy and Dylan missed Blake.

A friend of ours had the same surgery done a couple months ago and said it was terrible and that she couldn't move for 10 days.  I asked one of the nurses about this and how this will compare to Dylan's recovery time. She said it is a great thing that he doesn't walk and also that he doesn't sit or crawl because that would make the recovery even longer and harder.  I had no reason to wonder why my 6 month old wasn't sitting yet...he knew.

Thank you for all your prayers!  Hopefully he will continue to heal quickly and well.