Yes, I should have posted earlier to update that Nolans surgery went as hoped. He had a hard time waking up this am, "I dont want to have surgery" overall he hopped up left his jammies on, brushed his teeth and got our stuff on to leave. We left at 6:25 and got there at 6:45. We checked in, got settled into "114" and immediatly had our nurse come in.. which was one of our friends moms and his little buddies grandma- so that helped Nolan hear stories of his friends. Broke the ice so to speak. Then an anestesiologist came in and told us the game plan and asked him some questions. He too was very focused on Nolan which helped him. Then the whole crew arrived at about 7:55 to take him back to the surgical suite. This made him very nervous and official, he tearts up-"I want you to come with me, why cant you come with me" So we went over again step by step of whats happening (as we have done at least 10 times already). Your going to go with them, they are going to put you to sleep with the silly mask, then when they are done they will take you to a quiet room til you wake up, and when you wake up you will come right back in here to mama. I gave him all sorts of kisses and squeezed him, trying myself not to cry. This helped him calm down, they came in and gently got him unhooked and wheeled the bed away. Hes sitting up in the bed with this little smirk half smile. Hes wheeling away through the doors, and thats where I lost it, no more being the strong mama- I lost it. No matter how routine a procedure can be, no matter how many times a dr can conduct this procedure a part of me still was scared to death of any unknown possibilities. My mom left to a dr appt, she was probably late but she wanted too to see him off. So it was me and this room just waiting. My room was right by the big double doors that they enter back in at, I swear everyone was coming through but none of them were him... ugh how long must I wait. 9:52 he was finally back!! Crying and lethargic, trying to come out of that funky feeling of anestesia. He kept crying, "It hurts, it hurts really bad" Of course thats not what I wanted to hear I just want to take that all away from him. I rubbed his head and encouraged him to go with the sleep that his body wanted him to do. So he slept, and because he was still waking in and out in pain they gave him another dose of Morphine, well that did the trick, he finally slept for about 15 minutes. He wakes up, "Im done sleeping Im not tired anymore, can we go home now" lol hes funny good try buddy, but lets wait a little while. He got to have some water and some juice, and grandma went and got him a donut. That made him wake up, cant miss out on a donut, right? We stayed there til 1150, got ready to be go. The sitting up, and getting dressed was a little more difficult for him. We slowly got it with mamas help of course, and got him into wheelchair to go! Agh! going home! Its over! Lets hit the road! So we are now home, and hes bounched back great, but we have kept ahead of the pain too which is crucial.
So thanks to everyone for the support, Thank you to grandma Hagen and grandma Rouse for helping out!!! We appreciate it all!!!
