Tomorrow is my baby's 10-month birthday. And to celebrate, we're giving him...
Surgery.
I'm trying not to be a weepy crazy mom today, but I'll admit, I've had a few "moments."
Here was the worst one:
Ring ring
Hello?
Hi, I'm calling from Children's Hospital. Is this J's mom?
Yes.
I need to go over some things about the surgery tomorrow.
OK.
Now, J can't have any food or milk after midnight tonight. And--
Wait. He can't have formula either?
That's right, and he--
Hooold on there missy. I got the pre-op instructions, and that's not what it says.
Sorry, that's the rule for pre-op. And he needs--
I'm looking at the sheet RIGHT here and it says he can have formula UP TO SIX HOURS BEFORE THE PROCEDURE!!!
No, not at his age. Anyway, as I was saying...
SO ARE YOU GONNA COME TO MY HOUSE IN THE MORNING AND EXPLAIN THIS TO MY HUNGRY, CRYING BABY??
I didn't really say that last part, but uh, you get the point.
Here I was consoling myself thinking, Well, it's not like it was that long ago that all he had for food was formula, so it'll be FINE to give him just a meal of formula before the surgery.
And all along, I never knew that I was required to totally and completely starve my 10-month-old baby for a day.
Happy 10 months, Flurg!
Ok, to be totally honest about it, I can give him pedialyte up to 2 hours before surgery. And the nurse (who was nice enough to pretend not to notice that I almost totally lost it after that little revelation) assured me that babies get the first surgery slots of the day. We won't find out what his time is until later today. Here's hoping for like 5 am.
So anyway. I know it's gonna be fine and yadda yadda. I'm trying to talk myself out of going on a hunger strike as a gesture of solidarity, reminding myself that a hungry, cranky mommy is probably NOT going to do my infant any good on the big day.
Just let me feel sorry for myself and my unsuspecting baby for a minute. And then I'll be fine.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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4 comments:
ahhhh my beefo... I'm so sorry. I wanted to read your post and comment right away. I was there a few months ago. It broke my heart to "starve" my little one. It was all I could do. I didn't eat, either, just so I could have sympathy pains right along with him. And I promise, it goes so fast and as soon as they bring him out, you be right there with bottle and snacks waiting! (I bet if you called your dr you could get the okay to feed him formula before. I'm just sayin'...)
I'll be thinking of you.
Oh, I would have freaked as well. Poor little Flurg! I hope you got the first slot! Again, prayers...good luck! Kiss those lovely eyelashes for me!
Don't feel bad about freaking at ALL! I think all the moms in the blogosphere are totally thinking about how you have EVERY right to freak out and be mad and vent about how unfair this is. I'm sorry, and you and Flurg will be in my prayers. Here's hoping he's a sound little sleeper and gets an early slot for surgery. It'll all be just fine. And if you need to say nasty things about healthcare professionals/insurance companies...well...that's what we're here for.
My dear, I am thinking about you and your little baby today. I so hope everything went smoothly for him and you and that he will be better off for having this done.
You are a good mommy.
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