This morning was Reese's tear duct surgery. I had to get him to the hospital at 6:30 this morning. He was not a happy camper. They took us back and got him ready and then we had to wait because the Dr. was running a little late. No big deal. I talked to lots of nurses, the anesthesia team and finally Dr. Khammar (Reese's eye Dr.). A lot of nurses peeked in because they heard he was so cute and had to see him. :) A little before 8 they wheeled him back. I choked back tears and watched them wheel him down the hall. He just laid in the bed and didn't cry which helped me. Less than an hour later Dr. Khammar came out to tell me things went great. The left duct was extremely blocked and the right was blocked a little less than the left. The funny thing is once he was out of sight and in surgery I wasn't nervous any more. I suppose that's because a lot of people were praying for us this morning. If that was you, thank you. It reminded me of the peace I felt when he had surgery last time. It's a weird feeling to suddenly feel totally at peace with the situation.
A few minutes later they came to get me because he was waking up. That was the understatement of the century. A nurse was holding him and 2 others were trying to get his vitals. He was very agitated! Once I held him he just cried. He was asking about shoes for some reason. He didn't wear shoes to the hospital so I really couldn't help him out. About an hour later we were discharged. The rest of the day he just didn't know what he wanted. He stumbled around a lot so I couldn't really put him down. I held him pretty much all day. At one point he got off my lap and started picking up and throwing toys and trying to knock over the rocking chair. Less than five minutes later he was laughing and trying to eat a banana. Wow. Mood swings!
He finally fell asleep on the couch at about 3:00 (we had been home since 10:30 or so-Ugh!). He slept a little over an hour. I thought he would pretty much have slept all day. He woke up and we went to my mom and dad's house. They kept Aiden and Noah overnight for us last night. While we were there one of Reese's tubes came out of his eye. I wish I was joking. I felt sick. I called and left a message for the dr. We'll see what comes next. We have a follow-up next Monday. I don't know if we'll have to go in sooner. I really hope not. I'm really bummed! Hopefully we don't have to do this all over again.
To add to the day it was my birthday. Yep. Some birthday. Not that I really care about birthdays anymore, but really? Let's hope the rest of 28 is much easier than the first day was! :)
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