Our son is out of surgery and in recovery. His palate was a little wider than expected so we’ve been admitted for an extra day to make sure there are no complications.
We were told every child responds differently to anesthesia, so we weren’t sure what to expect when he woke up. If we had any expectation, it was probably that he’d be groggy and want to sleep all day.
Not so much.
He rarely slept and most of his energy went toward kicking and flailing to get the IV out of his foot.
My husband likes the saying “The squeaky wheel gets the grease.” If our son could understand it, he’d completely agree. His strategy, currently for nearly everything he wants bad enough, is to make his needs know to whoever will listen. Loudly.
After 8 hours of swinging and kicking, and us hold his feet the best we could, determination paid off and his IV failed. The nurses had no choice but to remove it and seeing as they had such a hard getting it in while he was under anesthesia, no one was going to try putting another one in while he was awake.
And, he was a little happier. He even wanted to visit the toy room and play a little.
Four hours later, he decided his nose plug would be his next target for removal. You can guess what happened.
All in all, things are going well. He’s strong and fighting for his recovery. We didn’t know if doing the surgery so close to his coming home would be a good thing for his attachment to us or not. It seems kids go one of two ways after surgery: they either want space while they take time to process what’s just happened or, they want to be held, touched or comforted constantly. Our son has been the second of the two. Often times, he wants to sit between us or on one of our laps, holding both Shane and I’s hands simultaneously.
I don’t mind. It’s been rough for him. So much has changed in such a short time and even as an adult, that would be hard to handle.