Goddess Jasmine wrote:
That does sound stressful Flis. Best of luck to him, and post on here to let us know how you are both getting on. Xx
Well. That was quite a day.
Got here yesterday and went to get him admitted at 16:00, after leaving our house at 4:30am that morning. They said no need to admit him this afternoon, come back tomorrow morning at 7:30am! So we could've got a later flight but hey ho, not the end of the world, we're here now.
2am, eldest son calls. Fiancées waters have broken. So that's the end of sleeping then I guess. Get up at 6:30am to head to the hospital, we get updates throughout the morning from eldest son.
9:35am, the boy goes down for his surgery. Quite straightforward, should be about an hour. 2hrs later there is still no sign of him. 25mins later the surgeon appears - there's been an issue (about to cry) but don't worry it's not a serious one (crying averted). The ends of the bar in his chest had calcified and they literally had to break the boney encasements away with a hammer and chisel to get the bar out. That sounds like it's going to hurt like fuck when he wakes up.
11am, eldest boys says "midwife reckons it'll be another hour".
13:40, they finally have the boys pain managed and move him to the ward. He's had oral morphine, clonidine and fentanyl so is pretty wrecked now. He not going home as planned - we were supposed to fly at 17:40pm. So I have to rearrange all that and get a hotel booked for myself.
14:30, not heard from eldest boy yet and he's not read any messages for an hour or so. So I start getting worried about that, too.
14:43, baby is born! Woo! She's fine and obviously gorgeous but it wasn't smooth sailing at the end so eldest son is a bit emotional.
16:30, boy is propped up in bed barely able to lift a cup to his mouth but he's now eating and his pupils look somewhat normal. I start worrying about how I'm going to get him home tomorrow.
6pm, boy is snoring, baby girl is sleeping and eldest son is content with his little family.
Finally, I can relax. I was super stressed today and seriously wishing covid would fuck off so I can see my grandbaby and husband this side of April. Tomorrow will be tough for the boy, but I can't wait to get home tomorrow night where I will probably sleep for about 2 days!
It's as horrible watching your 6'1 13st 18yo cry in pain and not be able to help him, as it was when he was a little boy I could scoop up and cuddle. And when your almost 22yo needs a hug after getting through his own traumatic day, it's extremely difficult not to be there for him. I am so drained. Why does being a parent never end!?