Twas the night before surgery

The short version of this post is that the surgery went really well and now we have a third implant in the family.  Well, we have all of the equipment for a third implant, the last one put in this week has not been activated yet, but all of the parts are there!

For an extended version of  how the implant process went, see below:

Our little son was a little nervous the night before surgery.  He is a very inquisitive boy and a deep thinker.  He asks lots of questions and is curious about how things work.  We had role played as a family what would happen during the surgery, and our little son smiled and played along.  

When we first started talking about implants,  and Chance was talking about how awesome they were, our little son shook his head no when asked if he thought an implant would be cool.  When we asked him why, he said because he didn't want them to cut into his head.  That is a valid concern for a kid.

Close up of the shaved sides of his head the night before surgery.

We had such little notice for the surgery, that we really didn't start talking in depth about it until 5 days before it actually happened.  We answered any questions about the surgery, showed pictures of what the implant would look like inside the cochlea and talked about the fabulous accessories that would be coming with the implant.   Chance was delighted about the surgery.  His brother was more contemplative and would answer, "I don't know," when asked how he felt about the surgery. This is my child that even when he was really little, it was hard to get out of him what happened when he  got  an owie.  He just doesn't like to talk about it.  Unless his siblings are the cause of his discomfort, then he lets me know without much of a problem. 

The night  before the surgery, we let our surgery-bound boy eat whatever he wanted for a bedtime snack.  Usually we give the kids an option of a cheesestick or banana, but on this night, we let our son have what he wanted, and given this grand choice, he chose cereal.  And he ate a piece of toast, and drank some water.  In the end, I think his eyes were bigger than his stomach and he ended up uncomfortably full.  

Then the nerves kicked in.

He said he felt sick, and had a REALLY hard time falling asleep.  He told me he felt like he was going to throw up and that he was,"too sick for surgery tomorrow."  

I told him that was OK, that we didn't have to worry about that yet and rubbed his back and told him stories.  He climbed in my bed and slept there all night next to me after finally falling asleep at around midnight. 

The following morning, we just picked him up and loaded him in the van so as to minimize his time to worry.  He would be changing into a hospital gown when we got there anyway, so we figured he could travel comfortably in his pajamas.  

The only thing was, we forgot his shoes.  In his nervous state the night before, he had worn them to bed and after he fell asleep we removed them and put them by the side of the bed.  Then, we forgot to take them with us to the hospital.

It was snowing and cold outside so we decided that one of us would just carry him into the hospital after driving up to the door.  About 10 minutes before we got the hospital, the water and milk our son had consumed the night before kicked in.  This is the child who frequently gives little warning when we travel that he has to use the restroom.  By the time he mentions to us that he needs to go, he needs to go right away.  So ten minutes away from the hospital, he tells that he needs to go the the restroom....really bad.

Getting ready for surgery with the nurse

We pulled up to the hospital entrance and Chance and I ran in with Chance carrying his brother while daddy parked the car.  Once inside the hospital, Chance's brother wanted to be set down and that was how he ended up walking down the hospital corridor in pajamas, with no shoes briskly headed to the restroom.

A surprising number of people noticed that my son had no shoes on as they would look at his feet and then look at me with a look that said they were trying to figure out if I was taking good enough care of my child.  Hey, out of the two kids with me, one was completely dressed including shoes.  The other child was in pajamas and barefoot.  I did good with one out of two which isn't bad:) And my theory is, you should never judge people in a hospital, you just never know what they are going through. 

Once back in the room, the nice nurses let our son take in a quick shower.  Since he had been so nervous the night before, we had not showered him then.  And in the morning, we didn't shower him because we figured just taking him from the bed to the car would be in his best interest.  Having done this surgery 3 times now,  we knew that the surgery site would need to stay dry for several days following the surgery so we squeezed in a little shower at the hospital.  It added to the adventure.  Especially since the water wasn't extremely warm, and the shower head was nearly completely clogged, allowing water to come out of only two holes - increasing the pressure in those two holes...

I could tell that my little son was feeling nervous so I joined him on
 the bed to watch some cartoons

The surgery before ours took a little longer than they thought it would, so we sat in the hospital room talking and watching cartoons.  The nervousness from the night before was mostly gone, though after the nurse left and said she would be back soon to take him back to surgery, I could tell my little son was starting to feel nervous again.  I climbed up into the bed with him and together we laughed through a cartoon until it was time for him to get on the gurney and head back to surgery.  He held my hand as we walked down the hall, and the nice hospital staff let him take his stuffed bunny, which was dressed appropriately in surgical gear bought for this very occasion back into surgery with him. 

Chance supporting his little bro.

We had one last stop before surgery and that was behind a curtain while we waited for the anesthesiologist and surgeon to come talk to us.  Our son reluctantly parted with his beloved watch and then he started to get  a little nervous again.   Our kids don't have ipads or anything like that which comes in handy in situations such as this because they are really excited if we let them play games on ours.  We started playing a game together on the ipad, and by the time the anesthesiologist came back to talk to our son,  he was well entrenched in a game.  We took the ipad from him right as they were wheeling him back to surgery so he didn't have much time to worry about where he was headed.

Chance came along for moral support and he has been so cute with his brother helping to make sure that he is taken care of and looked after.

Implant number 3, here we come!