Too much excitement just might kill me!
Thanks to everyone who posted about the middle of the night feeding before Monkey’s anaesthetic.
I did wake him for some milk, and he went back to sleep very quickly. However he woke up 3 times after that asking for milk. At 3:30 he settled quite quickly, but at 5 he was quite insistent and took a while to settle, and then woke up again 20 minutes later. He eventually went back to sleep about 5:50am, and when the alarm went off at 6 and I switched on the light, he just rolled over and ignored it!
Which gave me a chance to get dressed and grab a bite to eat. We left home at 6:30 – Hubs scooped Monkey up and we put him in the car in his pajamas, but he didn’t stay asleep.
Unfortunately this time around we were second on the list and they were a half hour late, so we didn’t go in until 9:45!
Still, Monkey did pretty well. He was hungry, and asked for milk and food a lot (and of course somebody ignored the ‘No food or drink due to children fasting’ signs and gave their kid a snack right in front of Monkey’s face! Nice). He also kept asking to go home, and when I told him we could have milk and go home after he went to sleep with the mask, he started asking for the mask instead!
I spent some time giving him wizzy dizzies when he was getting very insistent, and after that he got his second wind.
The anesthetist was one we’ve not had before, and he did a magic trick with red foam balls for Monkey while he was being gassed. The kid was actually laughing through his gas mask as he passed out! So cute.
He woke up wonderfully as usual. They come and get you from the waiting room down the hall as soon as they start waking up, and as I was walking up the hall I could hear him going ‘Mum? Mum?’
He had about one mouthful of milk and then rejected the boobs in favour of the icy poles he remembered from last time!
He was impatient to leave and wanted to get down right away, even though he could barely walk straight.
We stayed in recovery maybe 45 minutes, and by the time we left he was galloping down the hallway.
Love that child.
I also ran into a family that we met on the ward – they were in for their son’s final MIBG scan (he also has neuroblastoma but is much older than Monkey). Final as in, they have run out of treatment options and this scan will tell them if their child is in remission or not. Ugh.
I think about the other families from the ward often – most of them I have no idea what their outcomes have been. It’s so weird how you just kind of fall out of the loop once your child is in remission. Of course it’s wonderful, but I would like to have some way to be able to offer support to those who still have to soldier on.
So please cross your fingers for a good result for us next week – and also for this other family, who must be on a knife edge tonight.