Well, the big day finally came! Kayla and I had to be at the hospital by 6AM (ugh). I had talked to a nurse from the hospital yesterday and asked her about Kayla being able to have her port accessed to go to sleep. She said that they didn't usually do that and that I'd have to talk to the anesthesiologist about it. Hmmm. I was hoping to not have to go to a gas mask this soon. So, I called the clinic and talked to one of the nurses about it and she told me that she would call the hospital pre-op and put a bug in their ear about Kayla preferring to be accessed when she goes to sleep. I love the nurses at the clinic. :)
Before I continue on with our day, I have to say that I was also waiting yesterday to hear the results of Kayla's MRI on Friday. At about 4PM I got a call from Dr. Hansen. He told me that the MRI looked great again (for the 3rd time) with nothing there. YAY! So, the surgery was on for sure now.
Okay, back to today. I had a hard time sleeping because I was paranoid about sleeping through the alarm (going off at 4:50AM). So, I kept waking up to check the clock and didn't sleep much after 4AM. We got to the hospital at 6AM, got registered and went right down to pre-op. The nurse told me that she had a note from MSTI about Kayla wanting her port accessed and that she had everything needed to do that. YAY! So, Kayla got accessed and checked out and was all ready to go by 7AM. Her surgery was scheduled for 8AM. It would have been nice to start a little earlier. . . but it ended up being 8:30AM before they wheeled her back. We were both anxious to get it over with. Kayla kept asking me when they were going to start. We just waited and watched cartoons until they came to wheel her out. I am totally fine with MRI's now and anesthesia, but this was a little different and I felt a little emotional about it all. Maybe because this was an end to a big part of the past year and a half, or maybe it was bringing back feelings from when she first had it put in and all of the craziness at that time, or maybe it was because I am about to have a baby and I was tired and hungry. ;)
After Kayla went back, I went into the surgery waiting room and read my book. The surgery lasted about 45 minutes, which went by pretty quickly. The surgeon came and talked to me after it was done briefly. He told me that everything went very smoothly. He showed me a picture of where the incision was and what he did. He also talked about pain control, if she needed it. And that he wanted to see her for a follow-up in a week or two. (Sigh. . . really? I'll have a baby in a week or two. Something else to hopefully squeeze in before baby).
A few minutes after talking to him, I was able to go back into the recovery room (before she woke up). I got emotional again watching her sleep. I did the same thing on Friday for her MRI and had no problem. I don't know what my deal was today. Kayla woke up fairly quickly, but it was a little rougher than waking up from an MRI. Her port site hurt a little bit and she had an IV needle in her wrist. She did want a popcicle right away, though, and was ready for some breakfast.
The nurse got all of the discharge papers ready and we got checked out by the anesthesiologist. Then the nurse took off all of the sticky monitors and took her IV out of her wrist. Kayla was a total trooper. I helped her get dressed and we were ready to go. She was still pretty sleepy, though. She rode out to the car in a wagon and I helped her into the car. By the time we got home, she was mostly back to normal and after a little rest on the couch she was up and running for the rest of the day. :)
She has school tomorrow, so I told her teacher that she was having this surgery today and that she might be a little extra tired and to just be aware. She told me that she would keep a good eye on Kayla. She has a great teacher.
Well, I have some pictures that I took, but I am having trouble getting them from my phone to my blog. I'll work on that and have some soon, hopefully. Oh, and we got to keep the port! Crazy, but I thought, hey, why not? I'll post a picture of it.
And life is moving on. . . and I am going to bed early. . .