Poor Ashy goes for his second surgery on Wednesday.
Until now, I haven't been thinking much about it. He has had such a bad cold that a big part of me assumed we would have to cancel. But he is slowly on the mend now so any remnants of the coughs and sniffles he had should still allow surgery to be possible.
When we got word of the surgery date he was first on the slate - 7:55 am and we didn't need to check in till 7:00. How perfect! Of course that was too good to be true, because he has now been bumped by a NICU baby and doesn't get his slot till 9:55, with check in at 7:55. Poor little guy - we know from last time that having a mid/late morning surgery is not a happy time for a little guy who can't understand why he's not allowed to eat or drink anything, all the while hanging out for two, long completely unnecessary* hours in surgical day care.
So suddenly it's two days away and now I'm getting nervous. Last time he did not recover well - a 20 minute surgery turned into a 12 hour ordeal where his sats dropped and he got admitted to peds. We're hoping things go better this time.
Keep him in your thoughts Wednesday morning, ok?
*In my humble opinion of course. Last time we did all the check in stuff that lasted maaaaybe 20 minutes and then we sat there bored and doing nothing but comfort Asher who was less than thrilled. Speaking of opinions, don't even get me started on why a NICU baby who is non-emergent and currently safely admitted into the NICU gets priority. Clearly I'm grumpy about this whole ordeal!