Home Again Home Again Jiggidy Jig
The truth is, the doctor gently stroked Aidan’s hair the entire time he explained recycled blood and intubation. He remarked several times that we’re a team and would make decisions regarding pain control together.
The truth is, Aidan’s nurses were exceptional. They were calm and friendly, fully present and competent. They patiently answered our questions and accepted our observations. They encouraged us to call at 2am just to check in if we needed to.
The truth is, the hospital stay was not that long, only six days, considering that Aidan’s back was cut from top to bottom. Garreth and I split our time. The team helped us managed Aidan’s pain and taught us how to move him. It can be quite stressful to hold your own child in your arms and know you’re causing him discomfort.
The truth is, we got out early. The discharge team had to scramble a bit to get paperwork in order. Last year we opted to stay an extra day because I was not comfortable with homecare. This year, I knew that recovering at home would be easier on all of us. We wanted our ticket out and because we proved ourselves to be capable, we were released.
Though we are deeply grateful for all of these things, we couldn’t help but stride out of the hospital singing: I got 99 problems but you won’t be one!
So we’re home now and Aidan is recovering remarkably well. We’re remembering the incredible amount of energy it takes to do nothing after an adrenaline crash. I showered and got dressed one day, but mostly I’ve been walking around in my “lounge pants” which are decidedly NOT pajamas. Aidan has been sleeping quite a bit, but also sitting up and sometimes even smiling. Today’s big event was removing his bandage. His scar is nicely closed up and will win every “mine is bigger than yours” contest around.
It’s taken me four days to write this post. I can’t be sure it’s full of complete sentences and I think I might be drooling. Garreth and I sleep with one ear open and kick each other to indicate who needs to get up for midnight meds. We have no recollection of how we survived the newborn years, but then we remember we survived hip surgery and know we can do anything. I even told my PT we need t-shirts: “Don’t mess with me; I survived hip surgery” with the corresponding, “Relax, it’s just spine surgery.” This is so much easier, but still…..
Aidan is spending more time awake and just got up on his actual feet for a few moments. We’ve seen him smile too. Of course, all I could get on the camera was Liam’s goofy face and Aidan, oh so serious. Enjoy anyway….
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