Is this my Andrew?
Well, it was a LONG day yesterday. We got to the hospital at 10.30 and got home after 8.00. Andrew's surgery went long, as expected. But all seems well. The tonsils & tubes were pretty much routine but the right middle ear surgery was tough.
Last night was bad, I know it could have been worse but boy was it bad. I felt like he was two months old again sleeping in the living room with him. When he was a baby we used to sleep in a make shift tent, he in his portacrib and me on the floor or couch next to him covered in a sheet with the humidifier on and his nebulizer treatments going. I used to jump at every sound he'd make and have him sleep with no shirt on so I can make sure his belly wasn't forcing to suck in air.
I went through so much with him when he was little, for years he'd had countless ear infections, then we'd have to rush him to the hospital because he wasn't breathing right. In fact, Andrew was in the middle of an asthma atack and breathing treatment when I got the call that Willy had been taken to the hospital and had suffered a stroke.
Last night reminded me of that tough little baby I had 12 years ago. When I saw him in the recovery room, I was reminded of the fact that I had to leave the hospital without him when he was a newborn. I felt so helpless back then, I didn't want to leave him, it tore me apart.
Last night, he waved Willy and I away as the nurse told us to go have dinner. He made us move to the other side of the curtain when he needed to go pee, then offered us "lemonaid" after he peed in a container, nasty kid!!!!!!! Not a baby anymore, not a helpless newborn flailing his arms and legs, crying and struggling to draw in breath.
God, where did the time go?
It broke my heart last night when I got up to walk him to the bathroom. He had tears streaming down his face, he was in pain. He never whimpered, or whined, just tears flowing down those round, swolen cheeks of his. Yet, here he sits, just barely 16 hours after his surgery, asking for his math homework...who is this kid?
Last night was bad, I know it could have been worse but boy was it bad. I felt like he was two months old again sleeping in the living room with him. When he was a baby we used to sleep in a make shift tent, he in his portacrib and me on the floor or couch next to him covered in a sheet with the humidifier on and his nebulizer treatments going. I used to jump at every sound he'd make and have him sleep with no shirt on so I can make sure his belly wasn't forcing to suck in air.
I went through so much with him when he was little, for years he'd had countless ear infections, then we'd have to rush him to the hospital because he wasn't breathing right. In fact, Andrew was in the middle of an asthma atack and breathing treatment when I got the call that Willy had been taken to the hospital and had suffered a stroke.
Last night reminded me of that tough little baby I had 12 years ago. When I saw him in the recovery room, I was reminded of the fact that I had to leave the hospital without him when he was a newborn. I felt so helpless back then, I didn't want to leave him, it tore me apart.
Last night, he waved Willy and I away as the nurse told us to go have dinner. He made us move to the other side of the curtain when he needed to go pee, then offered us "lemonaid" after he peed in a container, nasty kid!!!!!!! Not a baby anymore, not a helpless newborn flailing his arms and legs, crying and struggling to draw in breath.
God, where did the time go?
It broke my heart last night when I got up to walk him to the bathroom. He had tears streaming down his face, he was in pain. He never whimpered, or whined, just tears flowing down those round, swolen cheeks of his. Yet, here he sits, just barely 16 hours after his surgery, asking for his math homework...who is this kid?
posted by Rebecca at 10:02 AM
2 Comments:
oh, rebecca! i am so sorry to hear your pain. my thought and prayers are with you and your family. it will get better :)
I'm so glad to hear he's such a strong guy! I'll keep him in my thoughts as he makes a speedy recovery!
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