While we were in the hospital I decided to write down what I was feeling at the time, so that I could remember it forever.
Here is what I wrote.
Jan 12, 2012
Today is Arlo’s surgery
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We came into the city last night, stayed at a hotel instead of getting up at the butt crack of dawn.
We woke up at 5:30
I hate mornings.
Especially today.
We got to Children’s at 6.
Registered. Got coffee and waited.
We went to day surgery.
Arlo screamed. He was so hungry. He hadn’t eaten since 11:30 last night
I made the decision to quit pumping. It was a hard agonizing decision.
I am in the process of weaning. It’s so much harder to wean from pumping,
than it is to wean from nursing.
At 7:50 I handed Ari over to the surgeons nurse. He was sleeping. I kissed him and told him that I loved him.
Rich kissed him goodbye.
Then the nurse and my baby walked away.
I held in my tears. I knew that once I started, it would be hard to stop.
I would cry.
At 11:30 the surgeon came and talked to us.
He told us that Arlo had done splendid. That it had been an easy fix.
Now all we had to do was wait for Arlo to wake up.
We waited. And waited. And waited.
At 12:30 I went and asked the nurse what was going on.
She said we could go back to day surgery, and see what was going on.
We got there, and the unit clerk said they forgot to call us.
Lame.
He was upstairs in recovery and we could go up and see him.
He was so groggy.
High from the morphine.
Rich held him first.
Then it was my turn.
He didn’t look like himself.
Swollen and stitched up.
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We stayed in the hospital till Sunday.
It was a relief to go home.
Night time was hell.
The hospital didn’t send morphine home with us, mainly because he was doing so well at the hospital.
Tylenol and Advil didn’t seem to cut it.
Day time was better.
He didn’t like being put down, and he didn’t want to be with anyone but me.
On Wednesday we had our post op appointment, the surgeon cut the stiches (that were holding the gauze in) and gave him his nose stent.
We found out that we don’t have to go in till March 7th! I did a happy dance.
//wednesday cuddles//waiting to be called//first look post op//a great friend came and kept us calm//so sweet//cuddles with daddy\\
In the past few days Arlo has pretty much returned to normal. He is sleeping better, he is eating better and he has started to laugh and “talk” again.
I am so thankful for everyone that has been with us on this journey, be it praying, a quick note or a hug.
















