Monday, November 9, 2009

First Surgery (Lip Repair)

When we were first told that Reis would have his first surgery in November, it seemed like that was a long time away and that it would be forever until then. Well, November got here faster then I could even believe.

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009, we woke up knowing that we would be heading to Overland Park, KS to get prepared for the surgery that would take place around 7:30 am the next day.

With our truck loaded up with all of our bags and everything we might need for the next few days, we hit the road and headed for my brothers house in Olathe. Troy decided that he would leave the same time as us and would just follow us down there since he wasn't as familiar with the area as I was. The trip out seemed to go by rather quickly. Reis did real good all the way out there, as he slept from Smith Center to Salina, where we stopped for lunch at Long John Silvers and he was awake for around 30 minutes or so then we hit the road for the rest of the trip and he fell back asleep. When we arrived at the Motel 8 that Troy was staying in, Reis decided to wake up and eat finally after not eating for 5 and a half hours.

That night we had made plans to go out to eat at Texas Roadhouse in Olathe near Eric's house. Louise and Darrell, Dave and Trish, Eric and Becca, Troy, Merry, Tasha, Reis and I all went. After supper, Eric, Becca, Merry, Tasha, Reis and I all went back to Eric's to crash for the evening since we had to be up fairly early to get to the hospital.

Reis was supposed to eat his last meal until after his surgery around 3:30 am on Thursday morning, however, when I woke him up to feed him his bottle, he wasn't hungry and only ended up eating about 2 ounces, which was about 4 less than he normally eats. Since he wasn't eating, I put him back to bed and laid down for a few more hours of sleep. Around 4:30, Tasha woke up to start getting ready while I slept a little longer. Around 5 o'clock she came out of the bathroom and woke me telling me she had blown the breaker to the basement so I went to switch it back on. Since I was up at this point I just decided to get ready as well. My mom was upstairs getting ready so she could follow us to the hospital.

It was around 6:00 when we left my brothers house and headed for Children's Mercy South in Overland Park. We arrived around 6:20 and got unloaded and checked in with the security and they directed us to the Surgery department where we had to get registered. Around 6:40 a nurse came out to the waiting room and called Reis' name.  Tasha and I went back to the prep room where we would have to be for the next hour with him while they Surgery team prepared him for the surgery.

When we got to our room, the nurse gave us a little green hospital gown and some little yellow no-slip socks that we had to dress him in. We got him dressed in his gown and socks and then we had to go to a different room to take his vitals, weight and measurement.  This is sort of where things started to go downhill.  Once we got in the room to do vitals, Reis started to get a little cranky.  We were able to get his weight and height, but then the nurse tried to get his blood pressure and nothing seemed to work.  As she was trying to get his blood pressure he was sitting on Tasha's lap and decided it was time for a morning bathroom break.  The nurse started to freak out because he poop was pouring out onto the floor and nearly made a mess all over Tasha's jeans.  After we got his diaper changed and cleaned up all the poop that was on the floor, we headed back to our room to finish filling out our pre-opt questions and to meet with the other doctors.  After we filled out everything and talked to the anesthesiologist, Reis decided he was going to be cranky and started balling which lead to a whole lot of emotional stress from both Tasha and I.  We finally gave in and gave him his pacifier to calm him down enough until they were ready for him.

The nurse finally came in and told us that they were ready for him.  It wasn't easy for Tasha and I to see him leave with the nurses on his little gurney, but we both knew that it would soon be over and it was all for the best...

To Be Continued...

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