Monday, January 19, 2009
el nino sin tonsils
Is how I would say it in poor Spanish if I were to say it at all.
I am pleased, and secretly slightly pleasantly surprised that all went very well today. The Boy's surgery went off without a hitch, and I think also without a stitch, although neither The Wife or I are sure what exactly they do after they cut the blasted things out.
As a typical post-op precaution for a child such as The Boy, he is spending the night in the PICU (that's Pediatric Intensive Care Unit for those less medically acronym inclined). The Wife is with him tonight. When I left the hospital about 30 minutes ago she was changing into her jammies and preparing to snuggle up next to The Boy. He was all hopped up on codeine and sleeping relatively comfortably considering the surgery and the requisite post-op IV and gastrostomy feeding tubes and the wires connected to the monitoring machine that goes ping in the never ending twilight of the fishbowl hospital room.
The ENT doctor (that's ears, nose, and throat for the less medically acronym inclined) that performed the surgery mentioned the possibility that he may discharge The Boy tomorrow if all continues to go well. Given the usual odd by normal standards but not for The Boy things he will most likely do tonight, such as his occassional bradycardia, combined with moments of an extremely slow respiratory rate and seizure like behavior he generally exhibits when he is stressed by medical shit, The Wife and I remain optimistic if not hopeful that that will be the case.
[Ah, it will indeed be a miracle if I can watch the coronation, oops I mean inauguration, tomorrow from the comfort of my own living room.]
True to form, he has already been doing all of those things. Cause for concern, yes, and close attention but not alarm, at least not for us. We pray that the PICU staff remains calm and does not display a medical version of an itchy trigger finger.
So far, so good.
I came home to take care of our dachshound, the poor thing is a little freaked out after having been outside since we left for the hospital around 5:30.
As for me, well my dear reader, I am unwinding on the patio sucking down a mega tall-boy of the Steel ("If you're only gonna have one beer, make it a big strong one."), taking deep breaths and contemplating the long strange journey we've been on since our first real experience with The Boy in the hospital all those years ago.
He is my world. Plain and simple.
Soon, very soon, a shower and then off to bed. It's been a very long day. I will be back at the hospital by 6:00 in the morning.
We shall see what the morning will bring.
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I am pleased, and secretly slightly pleasantly surprised that all went very well today. The Boy's surgery went off without a hitch, and I think also without a stitch, although neither The Wife or I are sure what exactly they do after they cut the blasted things out.
As a typical post-op precaution for a child such as The Boy, he is spending the night in the PICU (that's Pediatric Intensive Care Unit for those less medically acronym inclined). The Wife is with him tonight. When I left the hospital about 30 minutes ago she was changing into her jammies and preparing to snuggle up next to The Boy. He was all hopped up on codeine and sleeping relatively comfortably considering the surgery and the requisite post-op IV and gastrostomy feeding tubes and the wires connected to the monitoring machine that goes ping in the never ending twilight of the fishbowl hospital room.
The ENT doctor (that's ears, nose, and throat for the less medically acronym inclined) that performed the surgery mentioned the possibility that he may discharge The Boy tomorrow if all continues to go well. Given the usual odd by normal standards but not for The Boy things he will most likely do tonight, such as his occassional bradycardia, combined with moments of an extremely slow respiratory rate and seizure like behavior he generally exhibits when he is stressed by medical shit, The Wife and I remain optimistic if not hopeful that that will be the case.
[Ah, it will indeed be a miracle if I can watch the coronation, oops I mean inauguration, tomorrow from the comfort of my own living room.]
True to form, he has already been doing all of those things. Cause for concern, yes, and close attention but not alarm, at least not for us. We pray that the PICU staff remains calm and does not display a medical version of an itchy trigger finger.
So far, so good.
I came home to take care of our dachshound, the poor thing is a little freaked out after having been outside since we left for the hospital around 5:30.
As for me, well my dear reader, I am unwinding on the patio sucking down a mega tall-boy of the Steel ("If you're only gonna have one beer, make it a big strong one."), taking deep breaths and contemplating the long strange journey we've been on since our first real experience with The Boy in the hospital all those years ago.
He is my world. Plain and simple.
Soon, very soon, a shower and then off to bed. It's been a very long day. I will be back at the hospital by 6:00 in the morning.
We shall see what the morning will bring.
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