
Dillon had his vesicouretal re-implantation surgery yesterday. (Isn't it impressive that I know what that is?) :) We are so lucky to live near Primary Children's Hospital. They are fabulous with kids! They went out of their way to make sure Dillon was completely comfortable with everything. The had a child life specialist show him pictures, feel the tubes they'd be putting in him, try on the gas mask, etc. They even had probably 20 different "flavors" of gas to choose from, so when they put him to sleep, he could have a great smell. (He picked orange.) The anesthesiologist told him to make a bet with me on how long he could go before the "sleepy medicine" knocked him out. He wanted a big frozen yogurt from Yogotogo. He guessed he could last 10 seconds, and I said he could last 7. The anesthesiologist then whispers to Dillon, "I'm on your side- I will tell your mom you lasted at least 10 seconds, no matter what." Yea- that won him over. The surgery lasted about 2 hours and 45 minutes. They had to fuse his two ureters together, and then taper them, which is a little more invasive. However, he really did great in the surgery. We were supposed to stay overnight, but they ended up releasing him last night instead. While, I was thrilled to not have to stay in the hospital, I was a bit worried to take him home. Just in case... He also had a fever after coming out of anesthesia, but after some good I.V. drugs, which took his fever down, they released him.
He seemed to be doing tons better last night, than he has done today. He even said, "I don't even feel like I had surgery!" I think that was all the pain killers and anesthesia talking. Today has not been quite so good. He can take his painkillers every 4 hours, and by about 2 hours 45 minutes on the dot, he is counting down the hour and fifteen minutes until he can take them again. He is so uncomfortable- I can hardly stand to watch it. Unfortunately the painkillers make him nauseous, so that's not helping things either. Poor kid! He just wants me near him. Tonight he kept telling me, "Mom- will you encourage me again? Will you tell me I can do this- because I'm not sure I can. Will you remind me that I can do hard things?" I'm really praying that tomorrow is a better day.
He will go back in a month for a check up. And then back again in 3 months for the VCUG procedure to see if the problem is fixed. There is a chance that it won't correct the problem, but it's a pretty small chance, so they are just cautious. He will have to go back annually for that procedure to make sure everything is still working well. As we sat there in the hospital, I was thinking how lucky we are that this isn't something more serious. There were so many sick little kids there. It is truly heartbreaking. They go through so much, and so do their families. It sure helps me to appreciate my health, and my families health, when you see so many others, who have those heavy burdens. With that I'm off to administer some more meds.