So Sam has his new central line embedded in his chest. The old one is in a pot for 'show'n'tell' - truly amazing how such a teeny tiny tube can sustain a child for 3+ years.
Sam went into theatre a little anxious. He is now old enough and able to put words to his thoughts.
'Mum, I don't want to go to surgery - can't they just change my line on the ward please??'. 'I don't want to lie down under the big light in surgery - I'm frightened!'.
But we got him in with the fabulous anaethetist singing 'Wonky Donky' and agreeing with Sam's attempt at control: Sam, 'I am NOT lying down, do it sitting up!'. So Sam sat on my knee and the magic juice was given and he fell asleep on my knee and then we transferred him to the table..... then I left him in their hands and went and switched off knowing there was nothing I could do.
2 hours later and I head to Recovery and I hear him in the corridor - oh dear, as so often is the case, Sam is now in Monsterville as the reaction with the drugs had taken over! He was shouting and telling anyone that spoke to ,'Shut UP!'. He was pulling on anything and everything, throwing things, rolling, screaming, writhing. We got him up to the ward and tried to put the probe on his toe so as to monitor his heart rate etc.... it took 2 of us fully swaddling him in a blanket and pinning him down to get it on and a reading done - and this was done after 10 mins of trying negotiation, bribery, cuddles etc... At one point he shouted, 'I am going to run away and you will NEVER find me... ever!'. I asked him where he would run to and he said, 'I'm going to run home'.....as I smiled at his logic I explained I would find him...... finally after about 45 mins he asked for hugs and I sat holding him for 10 mins with him just wimpering and relaxing..... then sleep!
A 2 hour nap and Sam awakes totally happy and back to himself. He doesn't remember a thing and was very happy to stand and check out the cars out the window and chat to his uncle Eddie that popped in.
Hoping to get home tomorrow as all went really well. We will need to pop in in 3 weeks as the cvl has two lots of stitches anchoring it that will need removing.
As always, I am so grateful to fabulous friends that have opened their homes and lives to our girls - they are having such a fun few days at the beach/pool that it will no doubt be a let down coming home. But I can tempt them home with the promise of Nana's birthday bbq with the extended family tomorrow night - good food and family is always a good card to play!
Thanks everyone - for praying, for caring, for texting, for having our girls, for the medical team that are so skilled to do crazy surgeries on my boy.... to Sam for being such an amazing boy that puts up with so much.... to God for sustaining us all.
Sleep well. X