They took Brody back for surgery about 15 minutes ago. The nurse just came and told us that the procedure began at 9:37. I can’t think of much that feels as crappy as handing over your baby to a stranger in scrubs. I’m just sitting here praying that everything will go well. Anesthesia is a scary thing, period, so I’m very ready for this to be over with!
Sweet Brody has been a champ. My little eating machine wasn’t able to nurse after 3 am, and I fed him last at 2:30. I’ve been awake since then, rocking a full two hours of sleep. Brody decided to wake at 3:10- just after the deadline for no more food. He wanted to nurse to sleep, and when he couldn’t, he felt that he should be awake for the day. He didn’t fall asleep until after 6, so we are all pretty tired.
We arrived at the hospital at 7 and hung out in the waiting room for about an hour until a room opened up. Brody was still happy and smiling at us when he woke up.
When they got a room open, they took us back and we put Brody on a tiny hospital gown. It was pitiful and cute at the same time. Nurses came in and out, and we talked with the surgeon and anesthesiologist. They walked us through the surgery and told us it should take about one to one-and-a-half hours.
Then came the part I was dreading. I handed him to the nurse and watched her walk my baby down the hall. My eyes welled up, and I gave him a big smile so he wouldn’t cry. I saw his sweet chubby cheeks turn up in a grin to return mine, then turned the corner and lost sight of him.
They’ll give us hourly updates and when it’s over, only I will be allowed in the recovery room with him. They’ll allow me to nurse him right away, which I am sure Brody will be ready for. I’ll keep y’all updated on how he does and when he finishes. Thank you so much for all of your prayers!!
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