As you can imagine, I hardly slept last night. Add to that the alarm clock set for 4:30am and you can imagine how much caffeine was required to get through the day. I was so consumed with all of the dreadful thoughts you just are not supposed to think about when facing a situation like today.
The prep we had done with Kingsley this past week and the hospital tour made such a difference for him! He was calm, he understood what was happening, he completely let it all happen.
When it was time to take him back, he was calm. He explored the OR a bit and then easily let the Dr put the mask on his face. I talked to him, held his hands and without the slightest quivering lip, he drifted off to sleep. So brave, so very brave.
Surgery took only about 90 minutes. His surgeon was very pleased with how much she was able to stretch his hamstrings. She had ended up doing both ankles once she had a good look at them in the OR. This actually works out in his favour because with both feet evenly casted he can bear weight go in his stander! She also only saw the need to cast him from the knee down and then wrapped zimmer splints over his whole legs.
He woke up in recovery like a true champ. Not a tear, barely a cry until he saw me and wanted hugs.
He was a little groggy. We sat him up and showed him his legs. His response was that he would like us to take off those new shoes please, he didn't want them on.
He then turned his head to me and in his raspy-newly-extubated voice said: "Mommy, I wuv you. You're my best fwend." Aw!! Who cares if he was a little stoned, it was the highlight of my day. ;)
It took them nearly 3 hours to get us a bed on the kids floor, so we just hung out in recovery for a long, long time. He did great. He ate Popsicles, played on his iPod and snuggled.
This afternoon, he acted as though nothing at all had happened. The personal TV in his room was a little bit of heaven for him, so the TV coma definitely helped to keep him happy. He also wooed his nurses into showering him with juice, cheese, and pizza. It's tough work being so darn cute.
His legs are completely hidden from me. The incisions are small and better left alone to heal, so we are not to touch his splints at all. Next Monday his surgeon will take them off and recast him into lighter, straighter casts. For now, they weigh a ton and are about as wide around as my thigh. Craziness.
Tomorrow, we should be seeing someone about a wheelchair and a means of driving him home. Then we will be discharged, so long as nothing happens tonight. For now, I'm just thankful that part is over. Time to recover.