happygirl65
03-20-2008, 03:11 PM
The power of a hug or holding your child is not to be taken lightly.
My four year old little boy had to have his second surgery in less than a year on St. Patty's day. It was an inguinal hernia first one side last May and then the next early this week.
We were waiting and waiting, he is begging me for food and water which I can't give...then they pull us aside to tell us the risks one of which is that he "could" die. Which I knew having been through this already last May, but hearing the anesthetist say the word...or rather spell it so as not to alarm my little boy made my heart sink into the pit of my stomach.
They finally took him to surgery assuring me that they would take good care of him etc. My husband and I took our 3 yr old daughter with us for a walk (couldn't get a sitter wouldn't you know) and she was the best distraction. We got some food so that we would not be eating in front of Mikey afterwards and then came back to the waiting room.
The surgery went fine and we were able to be there as he woke up. I thought I was prepared after having done it with him once before but this time he started screaming as he was waking up. He was in so much pain. I tried so hard to hold it together but I couldn't hold back my tears.
They gave him more meds but they would take a while to take effect. He was crying out "Make it stop Mommy!" If only I had powers like the superheros he loves so much. :(
I was crying silently, tears streaming and not even my deep breathing exercises could calm my anxiety. I was just holding his hand and telling him that I was there. But it was not enough. His vitals were all over the place. My every instinct told me that I needed to hold my baby. (OK so what if he is 58 pounds and insists that he is a "big boy" every other day of the week.)
The surgical nurse :angel: brought me a rocking chair and I picked him up and rocked him and sang to him and he settled right down.
His pulse slowed, oxygen sat. went up and he slowly woke up. Maybe I had some sort of superhero powers afterall. I knew he would be ok when he started asking me where his spiderman and batman action figures were. :)
I held it together for the rest of the day but for the last couple of days now I have had waves of anxiety off and on and every little tiny thing sets me off and the worry starts.
It is helpful to play around in my planted tank and watch my fish and now that the ordeal is over and he is healing things are starting to return to normal.
But the whole experience really stresses in my mind how important it is to hold the ones we love. Our human touch does so much more than we can ever imagine until we are in a traumatic situation.
I think my holding Mikey did as much for me as it did for him. Our creator really gave us a gift here with this thing we call love. :)
I will never forget the feeling it gave me when he opened his sleepy little eyes and looked up at me and said "Mommy, you're so beautiful, I love you so much." and then snuggled deeper into my arms. (So what if it was all the drugs they pumped into him...it was my love that made him comfortable....that's my story and I'm sticking to it. :) )
My four year old little boy had to have his second surgery in less than a year on St. Patty's day. It was an inguinal hernia first one side last May and then the next early this week.
We were waiting and waiting, he is begging me for food and water which I can't give...then they pull us aside to tell us the risks one of which is that he "could" die. Which I knew having been through this already last May, but hearing the anesthetist say the word...or rather spell it so as not to alarm my little boy made my heart sink into the pit of my stomach.
They finally took him to surgery assuring me that they would take good care of him etc. My husband and I took our 3 yr old daughter with us for a walk (couldn't get a sitter wouldn't you know) and she was the best distraction. We got some food so that we would not be eating in front of Mikey afterwards and then came back to the waiting room.
The surgery went fine and we were able to be there as he woke up. I thought I was prepared after having done it with him once before but this time he started screaming as he was waking up. He was in so much pain. I tried so hard to hold it together but I couldn't hold back my tears.
They gave him more meds but they would take a while to take effect. He was crying out "Make it stop Mommy!" If only I had powers like the superheros he loves so much. :(
I was crying silently, tears streaming and not even my deep breathing exercises could calm my anxiety. I was just holding his hand and telling him that I was there. But it was not enough. His vitals were all over the place. My every instinct told me that I needed to hold my baby. (OK so what if he is 58 pounds and insists that he is a "big boy" every other day of the week.)
The surgical nurse :angel: brought me a rocking chair and I picked him up and rocked him and sang to him and he settled right down.
His pulse slowed, oxygen sat. went up and he slowly woke up. Maybe I had some sort of superhero powers afterall. I knew he would be ok when he started asking me where his spiderman and batman action figures were. :)
I held it together for the rest of the day but for the last couple of days now I have had waves of anxiety off and on and every little tiny thing sets me off and the worry starts.
It is helpful to play around in my planted tank and watch my fish and now that the ordeal is over and he is healing things are starting to return to normal.
But the whole experience really stresses in my mind how important it is to hold the ones we love. Our human touch does so much more than we can ever imagine until we are in a traumatic situation.
I think my holding Mikey did as much for me as it did for him. Our creator really gave us a gift here with this thing we call love. :)
I will never forget the feeling it gave me when he opened his sleepy little eyes and looked up at me and said "Mommy, you're so beautiful, I love you so much." and then snuggled deeper into my arms. (So what if it was all the drugs they pumped into him...it was my love that made him comfortable....that's my story and I'm sticking to it. :) )