Surgery

We were exhausted on Monday from the long road trip. Tuesday we got up at 0500 and bundled the boys off to Children's Hospital for their surgery's. I'm pretty sure we are stupid.

Owyn was scheduled to go in at 0830, so of course we had to be there at 0630. We got checked into the hospital and headed up to the surgery center. The boy were, literally, doing laps around the room.

The waiting room for the surgery center, which is strictly for kids, was not well thought out. There were no kids movies playing. There were a few toys and a few books. The one TV had the news on. There was a fish tank though. There was also a model of the hospital made out of Lego's. I think I was more entertained than they were by it.

We finally got called back. Nurses ran vitals, asked questions. Owyn lost his mind. Rhys did laps around the stretcher. The anastesi-whatever-I'm-not-even-trying-to-spell-that-crap came in to ask questions and explain things. Owyn was so upset that they decided to give him something to calm him down and do Rhys first.

Rhys and I went down the hall, through the doors, turned, went down another hall, through more doors, another hall, more doors, then into the OR, which I'm pretty sure, at that point, was back in Missouri.

I sat on the operating bed, gowned up and with a hair net on. The gas passer offered Rhys several small sticks that looked like chap stick. Rhys chose the green one. The Dr rubbed it on the inside of the mask, then he let Rhys smell it. He put it over my face. Then he put it over Rhys' face. Once Rhys was comfortable with it, he turned and hooked up the gas hose to it. Then he put it back over Rhys' face. The little dude was completely cooperative, the fool. The first thing was laughing gas, followed by the knock-out gas. When he was under I laid him out on the bed. It was one of the saddest things I've ever done.

When I got back to the room Owyn was laying on the stretcher stoned out of his gourd. He had a rattle/kaleidoscope toy which he was kind of playing with while he watched Handy Manny. We waited for Rhys to be done.

They came and got me and took me to his recover room. He was calm, and cleaned up, just a little blood in his ears. He was very happy to see me. Tracy took Owyn in while I was with Rhys. They then brought her to see him. They checked him over for ten minutes, put him on some O2 as his levels were low, and we moved him up to his room. Tracy stayed behind to be with Owyn.

Apparently, when Owyn came out of the anaesthesia he was enraged. It took some effort to calm him down.

Both surgeries went well.