This is just to say that we’re on the other side. The dreaded thing is done. Soon I will go to sleep on fresh clean sheets in my own bed with my baby tucked up next to me. As it should be.
I am so exhausted. It was a very rough five days, but that’s better than a rough whole week, which is what we were planning for. Ulysses had the best case scenario every step of the way. His recovery could not have happened more swiftly.
It was wrenching to see him so out of himself. He was completely machinated, reliant on technology and constant management to live for the better part of two days. I’m glad I prepared myself for what he’d look like post-op. I was not surprised by the large angry incision down his chest. However, the drainage tubes did catch me off guard. I knew there would be tubes, but I guess I thought they’d be out of the same cut. I wasn’t expecting sizable tubing out of three separate entry spots. That’s four cuts, three small and one large, right there. He also had his central line in his jugular (straight into his superior vena cava), a line in his femoral artery, and an iv lock in his left foot. And then there was the ng tube in his nose pulling out stomach bile, the breathing tube down his throat, and a foley catheter. He had temporary pacer wires exiting the main incision which were attached to an external pacemaker. He was extremely connected to things. We couldn’t pick him up at all for over a day. And then when we could it was tricky to manipulate around all the stuff and he seemed uncomfortable.
After several days of seeing my boy glassy eyed from sleep and morphine, his face puffy and blank, I can’t tell you how good it has been seeing his smiles again. He has been so smiley since we got home.
We hope we won’t ever have to do that again.
(maybe after some catch-up sleep I’ll write a things I learned/observed while hospital living entry)