day after surgery

He is my whole world!

Oh dear, oh dear, what a night. Well first I was very glad to see my mom! Mom's always make everything better, even if you yourself are a mom. There's nothing better then seeing your mom walk in with a smile and a bag of fresh food! What a saint! She went above and beyond and brought enough for two meals and snacks and drinks. I still would have been happy to see her without the food. But food is always a plus! Fionn was getting really antsy at this point and wanted out of his bed. So after his diner we got the nurse to help us put him in a wheel chair so we could walk around. My sister and nephew came next and brought us more food and a present for Fionn. They had opened the play room at this point so we went to visit in there. As expected, Fionn was excited to see his cousin. He got a little frustrated when he couldn't really reach to play air hockey. Soon after my other sister, nephew, and my own cousin came to visit . More excitement, another gift and more food! If you're ever going to visit someone in the hospital, bring food. You're always safe with food!

last night's diner.  Not bad for hospital food

What a great gift!

Once visiting hours were over Fionn was in a lot of pain so the nurse gave him another dose of morphine. He sat and watched a movie and this time managed to stay awake. I lay beside him to help him get to sleep. There's something funny that happens when you're overtired. If you've ever had a child and thought to yourself “Why aren't you sleeping, you're soooo tired!” Well now I get it. I was so tired and for some reason, sore, that I couldn't sleep.

looking good boy!

It was a rough night. I was in and out of his bed... he wanted some mommy snuggle time. He kept waking up and I kept waking up. He was in quite a bit of pain. He was also very uncomfortable which is understandable. He kept saying he wanted to go home to sleep in his bed. So did I! I've never been a good sleeper unless I'm in my own bed. But there was no where else I would have rather been then right next to him. He'd also been drinking water and juice like there's no tomorrow and filling diaper after diaper at an olympic rate and this morning at around 4:30-5 O'clock he threw up a couple times. I managed to move fast enough to not get some on me but he was covered. Luckily a nurse was walking by and acted quickly as well. She brought clean linens and helped me change him and that was that. A few gags here and there but nothing quite like that episode.

Yesterday and for most of the night if he was in pain he would just say “mommy my feet hurt” or “mommy I hurt” This morning was a different story. He was fussy and crying and couldn't get comfortable and kept wanting to call the nurse. He's smart and already concluded that the nurse regulates his medicine. And he's also aware of the call button so he's always trying to grab it.

is that comfy?

We saw a team of resident orthopaedic surgeons this morning who came to check on Fionn around 7:30am. The nurse had just came in before hand to take Fionn's vitals and woke us up. My hair was a disaster and were it any other circumstance, I would have been utterly embarrassed to be that dishevelled in a room full of cute doctors. Life goes on. Poor little guy couldn't get settled until around 9am and he went back to sleep. I jumped at that opportunity to go to the kitchen to get some food in case his appetite came back, then went down to the coffee shop for some much needed coffee. I woke up with an odd sort of head ache this morning and I needed that jolt of caffeine.

Then around 10am our surgeon came in to check on Fionn and elaborate some more on how the surgery went. They did the tendon transfer on both feet and ended up doing a hind foot release on both feet as well. I was trying to find a good definition online but all I could find was medical jargon that didn't really explain much. Basically it's pretty invasive and extensive. The hind foot release means severing the hind foot joints, cut the heel cord tendon, lengthening them then and reconstructed it. And that's just the back. The tendon transfer is on the top of the foot. They cut the tendon that runs from the top of the foot to the inside of the foot and they transfer it to the outside of the foot to help pull the foot outward instead of inward. Poor little guy! No wonder he's in pain. I get a paper cut and I'm in pain.

watching a movie

He woke up when the surgeon came in. And thank goodness his appetite came back. He's had more jello, cereal, pancake, scrambled eggs, a sausage, and now he's having another Popsicle. But he's still pretty out of it. Every now and again I notice his eye glaze over and he won't respond when I talk to him. It's kind of scary.

They let us go home today.  We packed everything up and wheeled ourselves to the car.  It was kind of tricky getting him comfortable in the car but we managed.  When we got home I put him directly in our wheelchair and we took a little walk since it was so nice and we hadn't been outside in a little while.  There's something toxic about hospitals.  It has a general feeling of unease and you usually leave there a little queasy.  I felt kind of like a zombie driving home.  We were only there for 2 days but it felt like a week.  I can't imagine what it feels like when you're actually there for a week.  I sure don't want to find out.   These next few days will be interesting... stay tuned.  But all I can think of right now is taking a nice relaxing bath and sleeping in my bed, once I put Fionn to bed that is.