The morning started early. Dad came by at about 10 to 6 in the morning, to pick up Sawyer. She is spending the night there, so that if we have a rough night with him, we aren't keeping her up. Also, she isn't here climbing all over him and driving everyone crazy with her love.
|Bastian and Minnie|
|Minnie kissing Mickey- his favorite|
|Baby Bop for Sawyer|
|Daddy and Bastian, just before goodbye.|
I thought for a couple of minutes that they were going to cancel again because of the murmur. However a nurse came in, ready to take him down. I asked if they wanted me to come down, to help pave the way. Normally, they don't let parents into the operating room. But because of the autism, she was willing to ask. I also didn't push it. I knew he would be fine either way, but I thought it might make their lives a little easier, if they let me help them. Another anethetist came in, and asked more questions. Once he heard about Sebastian's previous surgery and successful recovery, he was satisfied, and willing to proceed. He was also happy to let me walk him down.
|Mom and Bastian- getting ready|
I went back upstairs to wait. I knew the surgery would be quick, they are pulling 2 baby teeth. Geoff ran across the street and got us Timmies- bagel and juice for him, BELT and tea for me. Side note: Geoff had no idea what a bagel BELT was. He thought I was making shit up. God.
After belting down the belt (haha), I just opened my tea to let it cool, and the doctor came in. He said Sebastian was done, and the surgery went well, no stitches needed. He was in recovery and someone would come to get me soon. No sooner had he left, and a nurse came in and told me to make my way down. Only one parent is allowed, and Geoff and I had agreed that it would be me.
I found it pretty easily, and walked in. There was one area in the corner curtained off, so I assumed that was him. I was right. I walked over and behind the curtain was greeted with the sight of my son being pinned the bed by 3 nurses. One of them, an older lady looked up and shook her head.
"We need your husband."I must have looked confused, because then she explained that they needed someone strong enough to hold Sebastian down. She looked me up and down and asked "Do you think you can do it?" Seriously?? After all the shit I have been through and had to do to this kid?? Really???
I immediately said yes, and asked them to drop the side of the bed, so that I could get in with him. Last time, I ended up crawling right in the bed with him, and wrapping him up with my arms and legs to hold him still. I was willing to do it again.
I think, once they realized I wasn't going to get the vapours and start freaking and crying and screaming "GET OFF MY BABY!!", they chilled out and were actually SUPER nice to me. I think I earned some respect when I flipped him up and over and got the IV line from underneath him and cleared it. Sebastian wasn't even aware that I was there in the beginning, because he kept crying for Mommy. It hurt my heart, and I cried most of the time I was down there, but until I looked up at the nurse, she has no idea that I was. That was later, and she just quietly patted the tears on my cheeks and never said a word about it. Neither did I.
I pinned his one arm around me, and held the other, the one with the IV in his hand, in an iron grip. He tried with every ounce of strength in his body to rip that IV out. In his flailings he caught one nurse, a younger one, right in the cheek with his fist. He has poor upper body strength, but he still snapped her head back a bit. To her incredible credit, she didn't bat an eye, or move an inch, or even raise her voice. It was 100% an accident, and she knew that. Sebastian also stuck his finger in my eye. It watered uncontrollably for about 2 minutes, and the nurse alternated cloths- one wiping the blood from Sebastian's mouth and face, and one mopping up my streaming eye.
After about 5 minutes of Sebastian alternating between falling instantly asleep, to waking and trying to pull everything off of his body, the older nurse, God bless her, decided to use common sense. Since the IV was what was driving him crazy, we would take it out. The other nurse hestiated a bit, also for practical reasons- the doctor wanted it in, if he started bleeding or having problems, it was there and ready. The older nurse said that if they needed on, they would put it back, but for now, it was what was causing the problems and it had to go. In 30 seconds, they had it out, and Sebastian almost instantly calmed down. He was in my arms, and his head just dropped to my shoulder and he was instantly asleep.
He woke again, just a few minutes later, agitated because of the cotton ball and tape on his hand, for the bleeding from the needle insertion point. Again, common sense prevailed, and the nurses whipped it off. They asked me to keep an eye on it for excessive bleeding (it didn't), and then got me a giant rocking chair, and let me hold him in my lap and rock him and let him rest. I swear to God, they were angels.
He and I rocked for about 5 or 10 minutes (I am really not sure, I lost track of all sense of time). The nurses started asking me questions about autism, and seemed genuinely interested in my answers. They wanted to know, for the future, the best things to do and not to do. I gave them the only advice that I knew would work- ask the parents. Let the parents help. They know their kids, and they know what works. I said when you know one kid with autism, you know one kid with autism. Every case is different. But I did tell them to do what they did today- use common sense, bend the rules when it makes sense too, and be caring and sensitive. They seemed happy with the compliment, and were grateful.
After a few more minutes, they decided that we could move Sebastian back to his room. I offered to carry him, he is relatively light, and it wasn't far. However, Sebastian woke up, and for the first time, seemed to realize that something had happened to his mouth. He started grabbing at his lower lip, and pulling it out. His mouth started flowing blood again, and he got extremely agitated. The nurse asked if she should call for Geoff and I said yes, I couldn't hold him and keep his hands out of his mouth at the same time. She called up, and requested that Geoff come down. An orderly got there first, and we loaded Sebastian onto a gurnery. He seemed to like that and calmed down quickly. Geoff caught up to us at the end of the hall and we all made out way to his room.
|Fat lipped Bastian.|
He wanted to see what was wrong with his face,
so I took this picture to show him.
This is after the recovery room,
and shortly after returning to his regular room.
He is still pretty out of it here.
|Bastian feeling better and a very relieved Mom.|
|Almost ready to go home. Smiling just thinking about it.|
I know this is a super long post. I didn't write this for you, loyal reader. I wrote this for me. I want to remember this. It was a good day. :)
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "new deposit for the tooth fairy."