The good news is that my son is not “road kill” and seems to have passed the balloon age.
Seriously…after the wait in the lovely Greco-Roman vacation postcard-ed room…my son was called back to meet with the surgeon. The short story is how pleased the surgeon was. He was not expecting my son to be healing as well as he had; much less standing tall and walking.
All Clear…Well Almost! Needless to say we have been told that he will be cleared about a week earlier than originally told.
This is great news!
I just had to share…now I need to go fix dinner!
Enjoy the rest of your day!
Time for an update:
My 20 year old had surgery Wednesday and came home with a 7-8 in incision and a smaller incision holding a drainage tube. The larger incision was to repair a hernia and the second to remove and/or drain a hydro cell. He has never had to experience this type of healing pain before…BUT I HAVE! Being my independent son he has tried to refuse my help…yet I have stepped into the role of nurse…using stealth mode naturally!
How? A Mother’s Surgical Precision…that’s how!
The routine prescription dosing
The semi-forceful reminders to drink fluids and eat something
The occasional arm and shoulder for balance
The peeking in to check on him as he lays in bed watching TV and sleeps
The adjustment to schedules dictated by surgeons
The simple presence in his room to watch a movie with him
The running to the store when a special request of food when he finally realizes he is hungry
The providing of straws to assist in fluid intake due to lack of movement
Moms…you know the drill! The things we do for our children often go unseen. He was on the phone yesterday and I heard him say “No!…she has not had to lift a finger. I can get in and out of bed and walk down the stairs already.” ( with someone right there to maintain balance and talk softly to him as he pauses against the wall or doorframe from the pain) This morning we are going to one of the surgeons to have her check the drainage tube. “Goody!” This means I drive up to the front door and help him out…get back in the car and go park…walk through the parking deck and maneuver through the catacombs of hallways and elevators to retrieve him and help him to the surgeons office…then reverse the procedure to get him back in the car and home. “Oh! Did I mention the thunderstorms this morning?”
I counted the trips up and down the stairs yesterday and…well… I stopped counting at 25 sets. After a day of walking the halls of the hospital and the stairs yesterday I figure I have walked quite a distance. “My poor legs throbbed last night!” My son is to stay virtually quiet…in one place…with no activity. This medical demand has been placed on the son who has always been on the go…a social butterfly of sorts…going to the courts to shoot hoops, helping friends move, landscaping and minor construction… “Yep! Being still is real easy for him!”
My favorite remark came from him yesterday when he told me I did not know the type of pain he was feeling… His brother quickly jumped to my rescue and said…”Hey Dude! Mom had three c-sections I think she understands.” ( Someone stands up for Mom…’bout time!). just kidding!
I hear movement upstairs and I checked my clock. I need to get myself ready so that I can quietly, behind the scenes, manipulate my son into the car. This is going to be fun! No really! “I can’t seem to convince myself of this fact.” I do know it hurts and how your body in stiff and painful all over because of trying to move without pulling the incision areas. “It ain’t easy!” I have had to hide my tears for my son as he holds his breath in painful gasps. I truly know that feeling. I am hopeful to hear some good news this morning.
So as I close my number two son has just checked in and is upstairs to help his little brother. I mentioned helping him change into a pair of shorts for the trip to the doctors. I am off to initiate stealth mode and begin my day as a practicing nurse and help my son heal using “A Mother’s Surgical Precision”!
Have a great day!