Bright and early on Dec 18th, our incredible little boy underwent a procedure that makes any grown man cringe in pain. We were told 2 months ago from a pediatric urologist that his urethra needed to be larger (hence the title of this post). Needless to say, I was doing my best to keep it together as they administered the first dose of toddler "Valium" to relax Andrew. They did this so when the doc and anesthesiologist took him to the operating room without me he was cool calm and collected. "Can I have some pleeeeeeese," I begged the nurses. The procedure took all of around 10 minutes but from the time they took my lil guy and returned him was 45. Oh boy, Andrew did NOT like the IV he woke up with. He was literally 'screaming' when they wheeled his bed to the waiting area. I left all my belongings in the room as I RAN to try to calm him down. He wanted me to carry him from there back to our room and for the next 5 or so minutes I was thanking God that I lift weights every week. He was extremely heavy from still being somewhat sedated and doing all he could to rip out the IV. The nurses assured me that many kiddos react to anesthesia like this but it didn't do much good for my emotional well being at that moment. After returning to our room the head nurse had to give him something to calm him down. She put the medicine in his IV and within seconds he was staring at the TV and I was crying. Alright, enough about the tough points. Our drive home was pleasant with Phil sitting in the backseat with Andrew and playing with some new toys we had bought him the day before. (he was also back there b/c many kids throw up a couple hours after waking up) We were back to Salem by 2pm. The first couple days afterward were rough. Many tears fell when he had to pee. It was truly heart breaking. He started sitting down to pee "like mom" he said. I guess it didn't hurt as bad that way? He is standing now! After a week or so we were golden. Two funny things Andrew has said in regards to this. #1- One of his stitches was sticking out of the hole at least an inch or so a couple weeks after the procedure. Phil and I both noticed it after he was out of the bath. Phil asked to look at it and Andrew said quickly, "dad, don't touch it.... its just a hair." We laughed hysterically!! Phil ended up trimming it with Andrew watching nervously. #2- heading out the door for Emmas dentist appt. Andrew made sure this appt was not for him. "Only Emma has to see the dentist today because I already had my penis fixed." Again, laughs laughs laughs.
God is so good. Seeing many children up at Emmanuel that were suffering from major illnesses made me step back and praise Him that what we went through was so minor. Andrew, buddy.... you make us so proud!
I have pic from this day of Andrew in his hospital pj's and will put them up next time!
God is so good. Seeing many children up at Emmanuel that were suffering from major illnesses made me step back and praise Him that what we went through was so minor. Andrew, buddy.... you make us so proud!
I have pic from this day of Andrew in his hospital pj's and will put them up next time!
