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End of treatment

After a two night stay in the hospital, Monkey’s infuser port was removed this morning. The reason given on the paperwork for its removal? End of treatment.

I don’t think there has ever been a sweeter phrase.

The surgery went well – quick and easy, with no complications, and we were allowed to go home once Monkey had woken up from his post anaesthesia nap. He was still pretty groggy and ended up having another three hour nap when we got home, but otherwise he is fine! They give a long lasting local anaesthetic to the area as part of the operation so he’s been quite comfortable so far.

The worst part was having to fast him. We were lucky that he was first on the list, scheduled for 8:15am which means the majority of the fasting time is overnight. Which would be great, if he stayed asleep!

Monkey has always been a bad sleeper (he takes after me) but hospital makes it that much worse. Coupled with the fact that he was fasting and therefore not allowed to nurse after 2am (and that’s a whole other post), we were up at 3:45 this morning. Monkey was understandably angry that I wouldn’t give him the boobs he wanted so he could go back to sleep, but all things considered he was very good. We just walked circles around the ward until everyone else started to wake up, and Hubs arrived just after 7 for a bonus distraction.

Most of the kids get pretty emotional and upset when they have to fast, but Monkey doesn’t complain (yet). He somehow seems to know something is going on, and I am always surprised by what a little trooper he is. Even though he’d been awake for hours, he didn’t sign “eat” or point at the taps for water or even pat my chest to ask for milk. He was very tires, but he just kept playing right up until the surgery.

He had a few tears when I took him back to be anaesthetised – he knew something was going to happen. But he snuggled up in my lap, and the anaesthetic assistant played peek-a-boo with him through the donut head pillow, and even got some smiles. And then he was out.

The surgery itself only took about half an hour, and the surgeon came to see us when he was done to let us know it all went well. Then we waited another half hour or so for Monkey to recover from the anaesthetic. As soon as he was awake I was allowed into the recovery room, and he nursed right away, and all was well with the world.


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This entry was posted on November 24, 2012 by in baby talk, cancer.
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