100 points to anyone who can name that reality TV show! Hint: It's on MTV. That should give it away :-)
Moving on.
Colin had a hernia. It was large and in charge. It made him cranky and uncomfortable which also made Mark and me cranky and uncomfortable.
On February 11th, he had surgery to repair the hernia. The day started out AWFUL! The surgery was scheduled for 10:15. He couldn't eat for six hours prior to the surgery time so he had his last meal at 3:45am. Which means around 8:15 he started crying because he was hungry. We couldn't do anything but let him cry. Nothing soothed him. It broke my heart to listen to him cry so hard and know there was nothing I could do. He eventually cried for so long that he exhausted himself and fell asleep. So we hurried and left for the hospital.
We got to the hospital and got checked in and everything. Then they put us in this pre-op room that was sweltering. We kept opening the door to get some cool air but a nurse would always come by and close it. Ugh. A nurse came in to draw some blood so she poked Colin's heel and then squeezed the hell out of it. She got nothing and had to poke him again. Why she poked the side of his heel instead of the bottom of it I will never know. I think it's because Mercy nurses aren't very smart but that's just my opinion.
We watched as the time got closer and closer to 10:15 but no one came in the room. Finally at 10:30 a nurse came in and told us the surgeon was running behind. Fantastic. At this point, Colin was again sc.re.am.ing from hunger. I started to cry right along with him. I'm not in the business of starving my child and that was the absolute worst part of the day. Finally around 11:15 (an hour past his scheduled time) the nurse came in and got Colin prepped for surgery. I was relieved to find out his IV would be put in in the operating room once he was already under anesthesia. Thank God I didn't have to watch that!
The surgery was finished around 12:30pm. As we were going up to his hospital room, I had to laugh at how his cry was parting people like the Red Sea. Seriously, you could hear him coming from a mile away and people would stop in their tracks to find out why this little baby was freaking out. Once we got to his room, we were instantly bombarded with nurses which seems to be the style at Mercy. For some reason, they felt it was necessary to constantly tell me that Colin was mad. Uh..ya think?! He hasn't eaten in 9 hours. I would be mad, too.
We finally got a bottle for Colin and he started to calm down. He slept for most of the afternoon. It was nice to be able to just sit and hold him while he slept. I just kept reminding myself that he will never remember that day or anything that happened. Thank goodness! It's bad enough that I have to remember it.
Sleeping in the hospital was rough. I mean, how can you sleep when the blood pressure machine would blare an ear piercing noise every 15 minutes. For. No. Reason. Eventually the nurse came in and turned down the volume after telling me that it couldn't be lowered. I would insert another comment about how much I hate Mercy nurses but I'll refrain. After waiting for an eternity for the surgeon to come on Saturday morning, we finally got to go home around 10am. We couldn't get out of that hospital fast enough. It was amazing to get home and be in our own beds.
Colin is acting sooo much better. He is much less cranky. He smiles a ton more now. I'm glad we opted to have the surgery done sooner rather than later. Knowing that Colin is not uncomfortable any more makes me forgive all my hatred of Mercy hospital and all the medical staff associated with it.
But only a little :-)
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