Josh's Surgery

September 15th was a day that I had been dreading for close to a year.  After already having 2 boys, I knew when Josh was a newborn that his circumcision was not quite right.  When Josh was around 6 months old they referred me to a pediatric urologist (which took a few months to get into!) to see what they could do since he hadn't grown out of his condition and he was very susceptible to infections in his life.  

The urologist immediately said he needs a "circumcision revision" which is basically another circumcision but at this age he needed to be knocked out for it.  For a mom who has never really had their children in a situation like that (thank goodness!), I was really scared.  They scheduled his surgery at the children's hospital for June but when June came he was sick and had a fever and they didn't want to put him under in that condition.  We then had to wait until September for his procedure.  Since Doug couldn't get off work that morning, my good friend Jen came down with me to the hospital in San Diego.  

When we checked in they said the doctor was running early and they could get us in right away.  We got him all prepped and then whole time I'm just looking at him and thinking, "Josh, you have no idea what is about to come!"

We were just waiting in a room and then the anesthesiologist came in to look him over and then asks me if I knew Josh had a heart murmur?  WHAT?!?!  I'm about to break down in tears and now they tell me something is wrong with his heart!?  They said to just get it checked out from a cardiologist (which I just did last week and he has an innocent murmur he'll probably grow out of) but he'll be fine in the surgery.  

The nurse then comes in to say that she needs to take him back for surgery.  I was kinda shocked because I was picturing being there with him when they put him on the table and put him under.  She asked if he would go to her and once she held up his Toy Story book, Josh was her instant best friend.  She took him by his little hand and led him down the hall and through the double doors to the OR.  I stood there crying as I watched my little baby go down without me not knowing what was about to happen to him.  Thank goodness Jen was there to offer me some comfort while I was getting upset.

We went to get something to eat downstairs and right when we came back up a nurse came in to tell me that Josh was done with his surgery and should be waking up shortly.  They'd come and get me soon.  It was so fast!  Doug came in then and so we sat together just waiting for them to come get us.

(sorry it's tilted.  for some reason it won't upload rotated. ugh.)

When they called us to go to recovery we watched as they wheeled him over to us and he was completely out of it.  He had his Toy Story book right next to him and he was holding a popsicle but wasn't interested in either of them.  All I wanted to do was to pick him and hold him but once he saw Doug I didn't have a chance (remember I don't exist when Doug is around).  I would hold his hand, rub his back, and say prayers of gratitude in my mind that he was ok.  I'm sure I'm sounding a little dramatic but I was so scared!

We got to take him home after an hour or so and he basically just slept for the rest of the day on and off.  The next week was pretty miserable for him and he was pretty sore but now he's absolutely perfect and everything looks great downstairs, if you know what I mean ;).