First 24 hours
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| Sleeping on his tummy!!! |
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Imagine a tiny preemie (14 lb) 9 month old doing that, with a HUGE scar and hooked up to endless amounts of IVs! That’s cray cray! That’s my child. So, needless to say, the first 24 hours didn’t faze this kid at all.
My plan was to stay with Emmett the entire journey. I thought it would be super easy to stay with my bugger. Man was I wrong. When we went to visit yesterday after surgery- my emotions were a wreck. He was swollen, drugged up, and the scar was showing. I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to be strong for my boy, but I needed to also take care of myself. I told him I loved him, and I swapped out with Robert after only a couple of minutes. I just couldn’t take seeing my precious child in that state. I immediately thought to myself, “how am I going to do this? How am I going to be strong enough for this child of mine.” He was strong enough for the both of us.
24 hours after surgery...
When I walked through the PICU halls today, I was nervous to see him in that state again. Picture this. Your tiny, preemie, beautiful baby on a regular adult sized hospital bed. He looked like a doll sitting in a little girl’s twin size bed. Only his legs are covered by a blanket. There’s a newly sliced chest cut open. It’s deep red in color, and it is basically being showed off to the world. “Look at me! I just had Open Heart Surgery!” Luckily, I didn’t see that today.Instead! I hear him screaming. Mind you, there’s about 20 rooms I pass before I get to him. I knew that was my baby screaming, and it made me happy! His vocals are a sign of his fierceness. I usually complain how much he cries. “Ughhh it’s Emmett being Emmett.”
People ask, “what’s wrong with him? Is he hungry?”
“Nope, he just cries.” Is usually my response.
As I walk down the hall, I hear him, and I smile. My boy is back! Back to his “normal self.” He sees me, smiles, and I just give him the biggest kiss.
Let me tell you about Em’s smiles. He has the cutest smile where only one side of his lips really work. Then, he kind of looks away all shy and flirty, and then he peeks up with a puppy dog look that says, “how can you not be in love with me.” Ughhh that flirty baby!!!! So cute.
The nurses finish off taking out his oxygen lines, some other iv lines; and he looks at me and smiles again. The crying Officially stops.
As if an alarm went off, or mommy’s kiss was all he needed. He started to fall asleep on the pillow in front of him. We move the pillows around to make him a bit more comfortable, and I hear the little snores start. My baby is healing, and so am I.
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