Clark had surgery on Tuesday this week to correct a minor birth defect. The pre-op discussion I had with the Dr. was a breeze, but the anesthesiologist left me feeling a little uneasy with his description of the cocktail of drugs he'd be administering. yipes! I think the doctors could tell that I had a hard time handing my baby over even though I knew things would turn out just fine.
When I got to see Clark again in recovery, he was hardly recognizable as my baby. He was so groggy, screaming, dry lips and mouth, raspy-voiced, wouldn't eat, etc. It was terrible, but he finally calmed down and was happy in no time. He quickly became the star of the recovery room and all the nurses came by to see him. One even asked to hold him.
Clark came home with a catheter and a whole lot of medicines. He's doing really well and doesn't seem to be in pain...except for 6 times a day when he has to take his meds. Then there's a lot of gagging, screaming, coughing, and gulping. It's sad. I can't wait until we're done with medicine.
