Thank you to those who said a prayer for Wylie yesterday! His surgery went very well.
We got up bright and early...ugh, scratch that...we got up DARK and early. Audrey had stayed the night at our neighbor's house cause we couldn't take her with us (H1N1 precautions) ...so we just had to get the 3 of us ready.
Michael and I scarfed breakfast while Wylie was still sleeping. I didn't want to eat in front of him, since he couldn't eat or drink anything since the night before.
We were on the road at 5:30...to check-in at 7am. Turns out there was no traffic on the way to Loma Linda, so we were there SUPER early (just the way Michael likes it)
...so our little man got to play while we waited
Then they took us back into the "sit and wait forever" room, where we got Wylie in his gown...which he hated
(probably cause daddy told him he looked like a sissy-boy). He wasn't too fond of the cap thing either...although he thought it was really funny when I put it on my head!
His surgery was supposed to start at 8:30...which turned into 10:00am. All because the anesthesiologist couldn't get to work on time...ugh!
Anyway, despite being hungry and thirsty, Wylie did surprisingly well!
30 minutes before his surgery, the nurse came in to give him some medicine to make him drowsy, so the transition from us to the doctors would be easier on Wylie. Whatever they gave him must have been some good stuff (as you can tell from the picture below). He could barely hold his head up he was so drugged. Michael and I thought it was hilarious (which probably makes us bad parents) and I asked the nurse if I could get some of it for the next time we take him on a plane (which probably makes me a worse parent)...Unfortunately, she said no.
The doctor took him from my arms and carried him back to the operating room. Wylie found the doctors mask
fascinating (must have been the drugs). He wasn't fazed a bit by being taken from us (again, the drugs).
So we waited about 30 minutes and watched the View in the waiting room, then the doc came out and told us everything went very well.
So we headed back to his recovery room. His piercing cry directed us straight to his room. Lets just say he didn't do so well with the whole "waking up from anesthesia" experience. He was P'd OFF that he had tubes coming from his foot and arm...and ESPECIALLY that they put the IV in his
right wrist and wrapped his arm in gauze from his fingers to his elbow, which meant his right thumb was not accessible (to suck), which in Wylie's world is like the worst thing possible.
Anyway, we managed to calm him down. They gave him a popsicle and a bottle of diluted apple juice. He didn't quite know what to think about it since A) he hasn't had a bottle in over 6 months and B) he never drinks juice (only milk and water).
After he had been in recovery an hour, they took his IV out and we were free to go. Here's a little video from the car when he first discovered that he had more range of motion in his tongue...it was really funny
(I wish I would have caught it earlier when he did it more, but you can get the idea).
Now he's acting as if the whole experience never happened...which I am VERY thankful for! This kid hasn't missed a beat!