Super Trouper*

Date: Friday September 26, 2008
Posted in: Faith, Family, Nathan

Thursday morning started (not so) bright and early. My body did that thing it does every second night or so when it wakes up in the middle of the night (4 am) and cannot get back to sleep.

At 5 am I hauled my sorry butt out of bed because I SURE WAS NOT SLEEPING.

Nathan needed to be at the hospital at 7 am. The sheet told us that we may be there up to two hours before surgery. As far as I knew, his surgery could be at 9 am.

We arrived at the hospital just before 7 (after stopping for gas because someone decided that all we needed was fumes in the 4Runner) and made our way to check-in. The receptionist told us that Nathan was first in line for surgery.

We were brought to another room where the nurses took Nathan’s weight, heart rate, etc. He did not want to wear the hospital pajamas until I pointed out that they were yellow. Like Bumblebee (The Transformer)!

He charmed the nurses (as he is prone to do) and then they gave him the magic purple drink. We went off to the waiting room where we watched TV and waited for the “sleepies” to kick in. I told him that he was so brave and offered him a treat for being so brave. I asked what treat he wanted.

Smarties

That’s my boy.

(He brought Bumblebee as his “teddy bear”)

At about 7:45 the nurse came to bring him to the OR. I was allowed to accompany him while they hooked up all of the wires and such. I gave him a hug and a kiss and went back to the waiting room down the hall.

At 8:10 the Doctor came to the room and told me that all went well. Nathan was in the recovery room. I asked if I could wait there but it was against hospital policy. The nurses would come get me when he was awake. Just before 8:30 I was summoned by one of the nurses.

I arrived to the room two doors down to see my sweet boy crying and hugging another nurse. He was completely out of it and incoherent. I picked him up and they led me back to their nurses room where we had started. I sat in a rocking chair with my sweet boy. I stroked his head and kept repeating. “I’m here. Mommy’s here.”

The nurses brought him a popsicle. Apparently in the thirty seconds that it took me to reach him after he awoke, he had answered, “Yes, please” to a question as to whether he wanted a Popsicle.

That’s my boy.

Because he was the first in line for surgery, we were actually leaving the hospital at 9 am. He was still groggy…

We arrived home and I gave him some apple juice as suggested by the hospital.

Daddy and Emily arrived home and the four of us sat on the couch together. Nathan wanted to go to sleep (as did I) so we went up to my room and had a nap together.

We awoke at lunch time. Nathan ate his regular lunch (And then some!) and seemed to be his normal self. Emily went for her nap and Nathan asked if he could have what the Doctor had ordered. I obliged.

Then he asked to play outside. I told him to put his shoes on while I ran upstairs to change. I came outside to see this:

Then we did this.

And ate these.

And did a little more of this.

Wheelies!

His expression since noon has been pretty much of this variety.

We have asked him if he can hear better and he says he can. When I ask him what he can hear better, he points at me, at Graham, at Emily, at Matthew.

I am looking forward to seeing if his speech will improve on its own, or if we will need to go for therapy. The impatient person in me thinks it should change tomorrow. The practical person in me knows it might take some work. I hope we meet somewhere in the middle.

The biggest lesson that I learned all day was one that I know in my head but can sometimes forget in my heart.

I am not a “worrier” by nature. I am the eternal optimist. The person who says that it will all work out, that everything will be OK, that there is nothing to worry about.

The few times I let worry overwhelm me, it all comes to naught. I worry and fret and NOTHING IS WRONG. The verse that comes to mind is, “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.”

I quote it all the time, but sometimes forget to live it.

Do you have a life lesson that has hit home lately?

*ABBA, of course. I sang it all. day. long.

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I can’t believe how grown up he looks in that first photo! So glad everything went smoothly

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