Chase came through his minor surgery with flying colors. It was a LONG day at the hospital for us all though - I'm filled with an incredible amount of respect and empathy for parents of chronically ill children who have to be in the hospital all the time. I can't imagine how stressful it must be for those families.
Chase, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6:00am at the hospital!
This children's hospital was lovely. They had bright colors without being overwhelming, fun cars and wheeled toys to ride in the hallways, and a playroom with tons of beautiful toys to play with and things to do. Chase loved crawling around and getting some wiggles out - although he was less than impressed with trying to crawl in his hospital gown!
This kid loves steering wheels.
Post surgery - my poor drugged baby getting snuggles with Mama!
I held it together pretty well until they called one of us back to be with him in the post op room. My tiny little baby, bundled up with an IV, overwhelmed in the big stretcher... he just looked so small and helpless. It's so difficult as a parent, to place your child in someone else's arms for safekeeping. Fortunately, he wasn't awake for a single second without one or both of us there, and holding him snug and warm in my arms while he transitioned out of anesthesia was good medicine for us both.
Discharged and on our way home. Chase was pretty out of it for the rest of the day, and absolutely did not want me out of his sight, but three days later and he's crawling around and pulling himself up like he never had surgery at all.
Hopefully, we'll never have to have to be in a hospital like this again, but I'm so glad we had a positive experience!