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Poor Harry

Harry had his surgery today.

We had to be at the hospital at 6am. We dropped Dylan off with a friend at 5.30 and made our way there, Harry still in his PJ's.

He was in great spirits not really understanding what was going on - loved the fountain in the lobby at the hospital.

We were shown to his room where he had to change into some hospital PJ's (with space rockets on). He then lay in his bed and played with his new "Speed Racer" cars. The anaesthetist came along and played cars with him and got to know him a little which was nice. He came back with a gas mask (which they used to put them to sleep) with Harry's name written on and "Speed Racer" written on too....... told Harry that Speed Racers need masks! Harry was then quite happy to put it on his face (clever).

The DR came by to draw on the foot that the mole was on with his initials... explained it would not take long. Finally they came and whisked Harry away on his bed. He went quite happily. I burst into tears as soon as he'd gone (held it together for him, not so much once he was taken away from me to face a scary thing by himself). Unfortunately they wouldn't let me go with him while they put him under :-( That's the worst thing I think, knowing that your little helpless boy who doesn't really understand what is happening to him has to go through this without you.

G and I got coffee and sat and waited, very nervously. Finally after about 45 mins the DR came out & told us that all had gone fine. We have to go back in 2 weeks for the stitches to be removed, meanwhile for the next week he has to keep light on the foot & not run or jump on it.

We were then called back as he had started to wake up.... he had apparently been awake for all of a couple of minutes and he was still very groggy. The nurse said his first words were "Where's my mom" followed very quickly by "WHERES MY CARS?". As soon as he woke they whisked him back to us and they lifted him, groggily, out of the bed and into my arms so that he could come around with his Mummy...... something I think both he & I appreciated equally!!

He lay in my arms, a bit fed up by the IV and the pulseox monitor, but happy once given some crackers & juice and he watched the aptly named "Happy Feet" movie on his TV for a while. Shortly thereafter they removed the tubes and he was allowed to go home. When they removed the bandage holding his IV on,we discovered someone had written on the tape with a smiley face and HI HARRY!. He loved that. After all was removed, I think we left by 10am, so quick!

He spent the rest of the day on the sofa & being carried to the loo, then managed to play a little on the rug towards the evening. We spoiled him with new toys of course :o) He complained a couple of times that it hurt once we got into the afternoon but I gave him some tylenol.

He's such a little trooper. My independent little soul. There's some really amazing quality about Harry that draws people to him - he's sunny and he shines and he's very funny & very confident. I often feel very much in awe that I gave birth to him at all!. He refuses gestures of affection at the moment -a phase that has been going on for quite some time and one I wish would STOP. I wanted to smother him with kisses today and even with his scary operation he was having none of it, just content to deal with it in his own strong way.

Posted by katie at April 16, 2008 01:04 AM