Brian surgery went very smoothly. We arrived at the hospital at 8
and filled out all the paperwork. We were then taken to a small
room where we were to wait for the doctors 1st surgery to end. Our
surgeon had 4 implants to do Friday. While waiting, we were
approached by different members of the surgical team to explain what
their roles were going to be in the surgical room. It was very
comforting talking to all these people and getting to "feel them
out" as to who will be with Brian. The last person to come in was
Brian's nurse. We spoke for a little while and then he helped put
on his little yellow robe. He gave me scrubs to take Brian into the
surgery room so I could be there as they put Brian to sleep. While
walking to the surgery room, all I could imagine was them putting
Brian to sleep and cutting him open. I REALLY tried not to cry. We
got into the surgical room and it was like an oven in there. As
soon as we walked in Brian started crying hysterically. I placed
him on this bubble looking bed for him and the anesthesiologist
started putting him to sleep while he was crying. I watched him
drift off crying and then the surgeon told me to kiss him and
leave. That's when I lost it. I became hysterical right there
infront of everyone. I couldn't stop myself. I kissed Brian and
the nurse walked me back to the waiting area and got me a cup of ice
chips and napkins and went back to the surgery room. I finally got
myself together and hubby and I went to eat breakfast. The surgery
was about 2 hours. The surgeon came in to us and told us EVERYTHING
went smoothly. He turned the implant on and gave i a test run and
said there was brain activity. There should be no problems when he
gets turned on. Brian was in recovery within 1/2 hour. When we got
there he had a blood pressure monitor attached to his big toe. He
had a catheder in his right hand attached to a morphine drip and
saline. He was crying so hoarsely (he had a breathing tube during
surgery) with the nurses that as soon as he saw me he lunged at me
and got really quiet. He had a bandage on his his which was sort of
in a shape of a football. I sat down with him and he fell asleep on
my chest for the whole recovery (about and hour, hour and a half).
We had our own nurse in recovery which was really cool. Everyone in
recovery had their own nurse. We were then taken to our room and
there he woke up and started staring at his right hand. He stared
for a while and then attempted to put his right hand in his mouth.
The nurses were not allowed to take the catheder out until he was
able to have some water without vomitting. And he did. So out went
the catheder. He also had a VERY big appetite. He would eat bottle
after bottle. I was scared to really give him solids for fear he
would really throw up. He drank his formula and surprisingly his
water as well. He took long naps as the effects of the anasthesia
were wearing off. The nurses told us there was a book with take out
delivery places in case we wanted to eat. We ordered some sushi and
it was good. Brian slept through the whole sushi dinner so I was
able to eat. I sent hubby home and stayed with Brian. We walked
around the floor hoping to see the other 3 implant patients. All
the implant patients were babies. The oldest was 18 months old. We
were woken up during the night for blood pressure checks and
tempature checks. The usual. Hubby came at the right time in the
morning. They were serving breakfast. I asked to have the adult
breakfast and they didn't have a problem with that. Then the
surgeon came in and the bandages came off and he examined it and
said we were cleared for discharge. We took a picture of the Brian
with the surgeon. We will need to come to his office in a week so
he can check his stitches. They are the stiches that melt away. I
wasn't allowed to wash his hair Saturday. Sunday is allowed and I
can take him outside starting Monday. Unreal.
So to make a long story short, Brian is back to normal. He's
playing with everything in the house and is smiling and lauging
again.