I just can't believe I'm writing this post, my poor Dylan is in hospital again coming round from his second surgery in three months. I am just so overwhelmed, I can't quite believe its happened again. After the fracture three months ago we always knew that if he ever fell awkwardly on his arm again, it could easily break again.
I've been constantly watching and asking him to stop jumping and rolling, but boys will be boys. He was playing on his Flickr yesterday and went over on his bad arm, and well I guess the only way to describe it was it just 'snapped' again. Except it wasn't as easy to fix this time around, he was brought in for surgery today, and the surgeon inserted a medal rod and screws to hold his bone in place. This will help the bone to heal, the surgeon tried a few times to manipulate the bone into place, but unfortunately it wasn't successful and they had to perform an 'open reduction' which meant cutting my precious baby, and putting pins in the bone of his arm.
To say I'm devastated would put it mildly, I cannot bear to watch my baby go through this. It is unbearable to have him put under anaesthetic, the lack of control and pain you feel is almost physical. The surgery took two hours, and I don't know how I got through those hours. I paced and cried and prayed, eventually they let me see him, and explained to me what had happened in surgery. They also gave him some morphine, suppositories and an injection to help with any pain he might have, but thankfully he's coping very well
The surgeon came to see me after, to explain a few things about the procedure, and it appeared to be quite a taxing surgery. I am just so thankful that it is over, he will have to come back in a couple of months to have the rods removed, but we will worry about that in the future.
Right now he's dozing on and off, but he seems very comfortable. He did really well and he was very lucky to have an amazing team in theatre.
It's not so great on the ward. All the staff are really nice, it's just they are very stretched staff wise and dealing with a lot of work. Initially they put us in a ward, but i wasn't content to stay in a ward full of sick children, when Dylan is in as an orthopaedic case. I mean we pay enough for our medical insurance, so I asked for a private room. I was also worried as Dylan was about to go for a two hour op, there's no way I was having him on a ward full of kids coughing all over him!
I know it's a hospital and people are sick, its just I don't understand why there isn't a designated orthopaedic ward. The nurses come by intermittently to check his vitals and watch for swelling from his cast, but it could be more frequent!
Derek took Lauren over today to see Dylan before his surgery, and drop off some things for us, and he had to leave again to give Lauren her dinner. It was just as well, as I was concerned about her catching something in the hospital!
It's awful not having family close by when these things happen. Derek's parents are quite close, they live 45 minutes away so they came last night, so we could come in to the emergency department. We had nobody to take Lauren today, so the poor petal got carted into the hospital. She was quite a hit with the nurses though, they were all quite taken with her. They were all MAD about Dylan too, he's so funny and charming. They were delighted with him, Everyone kept commenting on how intelligent he is. He is very switched on for his age, and asks questions most kids wouldn't even think of!
I'm writing this post on my phone now while I'm watching him sleep. I'll do anything to keep myself occupied, and stop me worrying. I'm physically and emotionally drained, it is difficult to be the parent in these situations, in effect you are treated almost as an extension of the patient, i.e. you make all the decisions for the child as though they were for yourself. It is also terrifying to make those decisions, to make sure you are making the right ones. You have to be an advocate for your child, and you have to make sure they are getting the best care they can have.
I just can't believe how unlucky he has been to have to relive this nightmare again. As I've said before when he went through all this, he is so brave and strong and positive. I am immeasurably proud of him.
I just wish I could wrap him in cotton wool, and stop all these things happening. I hate to see my baby cry, I hate to watch him suffer, and above all I hate when he is put to sleep in front of me. I am filled with terror that he won't wake up, that they won't do a good job. Not only do they hold your child's life in their hands, they also hold your life, because that little person in those hands is your whole world and your whole life.
Here's my brave little boy putting on a brave face before surgery and I had to add one of him after, so he could be delighted to see his cast when he's feeling better. We are so proud of you Dylan, and we love you more than words.
After coming around from the anaesthetic a few hours later, he pain was very well maintained and he was quite comfortable. He was feeling a bit more like his old self again
I took these photos to send to my Mom so she could see that Dylan was doing much better after his surgery. I was so relieved to see his little smile again, I was so grateful that he had come through everything ok. God I love this little guy. I hate that he has been so unlucky to have to go through this again. I am so proud of his strength of character. We love you Dylan...
Here's a catch up of Dylan's journey with his arm so far...
Dylan's first hospital visits