Surgery

After 8.5 hours in the operating room, The Charmer emerged.

 

He was really angry coming out of anesthesia, and he was

 very, very verbal. 
We were taken down to the surgical anti-room at 7:10 am, 

at 7:30 he was promptly whisked into the OR.   

 He looked over the nurse's shoulder who carried him away 

 from me and said, "Momma, you wait right there!"

 The start of surgery was rough.  They had to try five 

different locations and veins to get his IV started.  

 Once they would find a vein, and the medicine was pushed,

 his vein would blow out.  

 Sadly he was awake and very traumatized by this.   

I had hoped that the anesthesia would wipe out some of 

memory of that, but no such luck.  As soon as he could 

utter the words,he was shouting and accusing any and all 

medical personnel of being mean!

 He kept insisting that everyone must apologize to him.

The surgical report: all the planned work was completed.

 Overall, the surgery was successful, though longer than

 anticipated. Sadly, we became more aware of the poor 

quality/strength of his bones. 

While doing work with a bone saw on his right hip, 

and grasping at the upper portion of the pelvis, the bone 

simple broke away.  

 This was remedied by more screws...and generally, this guy 

is going to be more re-built with designer parts than Steve 

Majors.

 
The plan is six weeks of a half-body cast.  With no sitting 

upright (bending at the hip) whatsoever.


Due to the significant length of the surgery, they've 

required us to stay in the observation room (also see 

"busier than a milking parlor before first light").


We have two new interesting roommates in our future space...

a boy with three fingers in each hand fused (something I've 

seen dozens I'd times in orphanages)... But this is a boy 

with his whole family here for his surgery to correct his 

hands!  

 The boy is two and soooo spoiled, though he has charmed me 

thoroughly. Calling me auntie at first sight (usual for 

Chinese to Chinese but far less common to receive as a 

foreigner) and pleading with his mom to share some of his 

gum with me, before waving good bye to me and blowing me 

a kiss!  

 The second child, a boy who had his kidney removed, due 

to a tumor. Likely a similar thing to one of our other sons.  

 I was able to encourage his patents about our own son, 

living  a healthy, active life with one kidney!


Our Charmer wore a Superman cape into surgery this morning,

 and told me just moments ago, in a pain free spell..."I 

am Superman."

Yes.

He is.