Surgery Day

This morning I got up before the sun cause my baby boy had to have surgery.  Not fun for mom or boy!  I dropped my girls off at my mom's house around 6am and then Turkey & I headed out to Phoenix to the surgery center.  Turkey had a small "mass" on his back, so it wasn't a huge deal, but it's always scary when it's your baby.  We had about 2 hours worth of paperwork, interviews, etc before surgery.  At one point while we were waiting, Turkey kept asking me to fix his back.  I had to keep telling him that I didn't know how & that the Dr. had to do it.  It was kinda sad.  I was the most nervous about the Turkey being put to sleep for the surgery, but the various nurses, the surgeon & the anesthesiologist put my nerves at ease, which I appreciated so much.  After waiting a little while, a nurse came in to take Turkey.  I wrapped Turkey up in his brown blankey & the nurse picked him up & carried him off while Turkey screamed for his mommy. So sad!  After about 30 minutes, the anesthesiologist  came out to talk to me.  The first thing she said to me was, "What a charmer he is!"  She said when she went over to him, we wasn't crying at all and that he had his head wrapped up in his blanket, so she just slipped the gas mask down into his blanket & let him fall asleep with his blankey.  She said this everything was done & that he was just sleeping.  A few minutes later the surgeon came to talk to me.  He verified that everything went very smoothly & that all the nurses wanted to keep my sweet boy.  Another looong 20 minutes passed and someone finally came to get me to go back to my Turkey.  When I saw him in recovery, he was just laying there in his bed watching everything going on around him, but as soon as he saw me, he popped right up.  For the next 20 minutes or so, it was my job to stand by his bed & keep his attention off of all the tubes, IVs, etc. which he tried to remove himself on several occasions. Turkey got to ride with me in the big wheelchair out to the car and we stopped at Sonic for chocolate milk on the way home.

By the time we got back to my mom's house to pick up the girls, Turkey was one angry little guy & we couldn't figure out what he wanted or how to make him happy.  He ran outside and stormed around the yard for a few minutes, but he finally relaxed and stopped crying when he saw "Pete's truck".  He crawled right up onto it and played while my mom snapped a few photos.  30 minutes later he was asking for tacos ....