Hernia Schmernia

We had quite the morning today! Here's my little man, all suited up for surgery, calmly distracted by Dinosaur Train on PBS. Back when I wrote about his hernia in October, we still hadn't seen the pediatric surgeon for his opinion. I was relieved when he and his resident agreed that we could wait it out since it hadn't been seen since that first time. His advice however, was to take a picture of it, should it ever pop back out. I thought that sounded like such a great idea! So high tech! That was until it did pop out around Thanksgiving, and my husband took a pic of it with his phone, then texted it to me so I could email it to the doctor's office. I was pretty sure we were all looking very pervy, but it was all legit! I swear! Blech.

So, the doctor said, "Let's just get it taken care of." That's what we did today.

Ollie was so brave! He never cried once, or even seemed to think that he should! He listened to what the nurses told him, took the yucky medicine they held out for him, and never hesitated or said that he didn't want to go through with this. The nurse told us that he was probably okay with everything because his parents were setting a good example for him (gold stars for us!).

I surprised him with this little box of snap-together toys that I thought might keep his mind off everything. He loved it so much, some of it even stayed in the bed when they wheeled him off to do the deed.

The poor guy had some serious drugs to help him cope with pain, nausea, and anesthesia - I noticed a sudden change in him just a few minutes before the nurses came for him. It seemed like his head was too heavy for his neck, and then he said very quietly, "Mama..." I leaned in really close so I could hear him and he said with his eyes closing, "Can I just go to school now?" Ha! He didn't want to go home, he wanted to go to school! I can't wait to tell his teacher!

Long story short, he came through just fine, slept it off, ate the required popsicles, and we took him home, played Uno, and asked him about a thousand times how he was feeling. So far so good, and he didn't even complain that I ate the most rocky road ice cream of anybody! What a champ!!


Kat Sloma said...

Oh, I'm soooo glad to hear that it went ok! Sounds like you all survived. Good job and keeping your fears under wraps, and being brave for him. That's soooo hard.

harley2003 said...

Hi Jenny,
How are you?
I am so glad that I can read your blog and catch up on your life this past fall and winter!
Poor little Ollie, what a brave little man! I am glad that he came out of surgery and made a great recovery. Your Christmas pictures are awesome and the kids look beautiful! As do you!
I can relate to the maintenance quandary. I think that Nate believe's all mommies legs look like mine, or like Grandpa Jim's (if you were to ask my husband).
Hope all is well with you guys and it would be fun to try and get together sometime soon!
Kristine Nowak