This was surgery #2 attempt. We mangaged to find a train table for Nate to play at. Gotta love the striped hospital pj's!
Birthday lunch for Don at Earl's, right next to our hotel.
Surgery day, the real deal. We've already done the waiting and now we are up next to the surgical theatre getting ready to bring Nate in.
The Stollery has a very unique protocol of bringing children into the OR. Instead of the hand-off from parent to nurse who brings the child in, a parent is able to gown up and actually goes right into the surgical suite and holds the child in their lap until as the anesthetist administers the IV or gas, depending on the situation, until they are asleep, and then the team takes the child from your arms and places them right on the table. Definitely the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. To make matters worse, Nate was fine in the above picture (I most definitely was not) before I gowned up, but while I was getting dressed, he was in Don's arms and was not watching as I was transformed into a 'green capped hosptial person', for whom he had no desire to be with. It was really hard because in those final moments while walking into the OR with him I couldn't comfort him, he didn't think I was his mommy and that I had left, and just kept calling out for daddy. So hard.
This was at 12:47pm, about being in ICU for about an hour. Don and I and my parents were in a family waiting area right across from the ICU doors, right where they wheel in patients from the OR. When they were bringing Nate in, they stopped just for a moment before going in so we could quickly go look. I remember feeling overwhelmed at how many people it took to bring Nate's bed in, as they were all taking care of different pieces of eqiupment on board.
24 hours post-op, extubated the previous day, after about 2 hours in ICU.
48 hours post-op - trying hard to distract him and keep him content.
Grandpa & Nate
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Lots of bumps along the way, but Elmo is trying his best to keep him happy!