Can We Go Home Now? (10th February 2017)

It's Friday, Friday! Hopefully we go home today. I'm writing this as we wait for the final okay from the doctor. Elliot's had his cannula out, dressing over belly button changed, done some good nappies and now just waiting to see if he keeps this bottle down. The thought of being home tonight with Nick makes me so happy. Elliot has been so happy today, apart from projectile vomiting all over the both of us this morning. Can't wait to get him home for everyone else to see his smiles again. I caught a glimpse of his new belly button earlier as they changed the dressing, it's not pretty, obviously, but it's still healing and already looks a lot better than what he had before the operation. Fingers crossed for the all clear from the doctor.

We can go home!! I'm so happy this is the last I have to see of this hospital room. I can take my lovely boy home and get back to normal again, I can't wait!

Although I'm glad it's finally all sorted and done with, I really don't like having to stay in hospital. The staff are helpful and friendly but the beeping machines, crying babies and upset children of course are a downer. Being home and having snuggles with my boy is the best, but will be even better when Nicks off work and we can have family time together. So much love for my two.

That's enough of my rambles for a while, if you've read them all then well done.Thanks for reading lovelies :) x

Few days after the op, bath time!

Op Day (9th February 2017)

6am Thursday morning, the day of his operation. We spent the night sleeping on the camp bed with him on my chest as that's how he sleeps best. He was well wrapped up so that he couldn't fall just so the nurses wouldn't mind, they didn't even say a thing about us co-sleeping which was good. That was the last night I can have cuddles like that until his tummy is healed after all.

Not long after 8am Nick arrives excited for cuddles with his little lad. Elliot loves his daddy and although he was hungry he was happy to have cuddles and play with toys before the op.

Then the time comes, it's nearly 10 o'clock and we're being taken down to theatre. Elliot is in his little baby hospital gown and Nick and I are putting on brave faces for him. Little after 10 I'm in the theatre with him, only one parent was allowed. We had cuddles while the anaesthetist held the mask over his face and I was holding back tears. Our boy is so brave. As I'm writing this section we're sitting at a cafe while he has his op waiting for the call that he's in recovery. We can't wait to see Elliot again. I'm now hoping the rest of this week will fly by.

Cuddles with mummy & daddy before the op

12:15 and we can go down and see our boy. The surgeon informed us it all went well and she 'fashioned' him a belly button, special boy will be one of a kind. In recovery Elliot is so unhappy, and I hate when he screams obviously. After being in the recovery area for a while it's time to go back to our room on the ward. He's wired up to machines making sure everything is still okay. Finally after all this time he can get better and we can play with him soon without worrying about hurting his tummy.

8pm and Elliot has slept most of the afternoon and evening. Nicks had to leave to go to work tomorrow which has actually made me sad. Was so nice having him with us today and not knowing what day we get to go home means not knowing when I'll get to see him. 

Of course Elliot kicks off just after Nick leaves stressing me more because I'm on my own and won't be able to sleep because putting him down causes him to freak out annoyingly. All these wires attached to him and machines are so annoying, getting in the way. Just want to cuddle my boy properly. I can't wait to get out of here.

Let's see what tomorrow brings.

Bye for tonight x

Hours after the op 

The Afternoon Before the Morning After (8th February 2017)

Well today's the day we go to the hospital for Elliot. I've not been nervous most of the day until now, the drive there. We phoned the hospital this morning and it wasn't until 4pm that a bed had become available for our baby, so I guess maybe I'd convinced myself it would be cancelled, but here we are on the journey now hoping the bed doesn't go to someone else whilst we're on our way.

Anything could still happen when we get there, but although I'm scared I want him to be able to have it done tomorrow. He's our little fighter so I need to be brace for him as well to show it's nothing to worry about. I'll write more when I get the chance when we're there, for now I'm hoping we don't get caught in traffic.

6pm I arrive on the ward and we're given our space. Elliot has a hospital cot to sleep in and I have a chair. Not the most comfortable, not a recliner either so I doubt I'll sleep but in the end I only care about him.

Dr came and out Elliot's cannula in, my poor baby, he hated it, until he was given sugary water and calmed down. We got moved into our own little room so we have our own proper space and I have a camp bed next to his, still not very comfortable but it's something.

He's not allowed any food after 2am so giving him his last feed now (1am). He's been good so far, it's me that's not liking it. The nurse came and put Elliot on a drip so that he's still getting fluids even though he can't feed, it looks so uncomfortable. We're still able to cuddle though so I can keep him calm.

More to come in the morning, just a few hours away.
Bye for now my lovelies x

 

A Long Week Ahead

Hello my lovelies,

I've realised that my blog has become a place that I've use more for discussing life and such recently, more than its original purpose of reviewing films/television programmes. Although I still want to do some reviews I'm also liking having the space to write anything and everything which has resulted in a bit of a change of blog, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

This week I'm writing about how I'm feeling about my sons operation this week. Even though I know he needs it, and it will make things better, it's still hard knowing my 2 month old baby is going to be cut into. I know he'll be in good hands and will be well looked after but I'm still scared and I know I'll be so emotional on the day when I have to see him get taken to theatre.

If you're wondering the reason for this op is due to a granuloma where his belly button should be. It took so long for anyone to actually decide what was wrong and what needed doing. As normal the leftover bit of umbilical cord left from his birth fell off in his second week of being here, but he never had a normal belly button, he always had a nasty looking bump where it should have been. We had it looked at by health visitors, midwives, doctors and nurses, but it wasn't until a consultant got a surgeon to check it over that we finally got an answer. My poor boy still has an open connection on the inside of his body that should have closed prior to birth. Luckily it doesn't have any nerve endings so it doesn't cause him pain and he's had it the whole time so it doesn't bother him, it's just horrible to see and have to put a clean bandage over multiple times a day so I'm glad he's getting it sorted.

Annoyingly he's already had this operation cancelled once so I'm hoping and praying that when we get to the hospital again this week, that it will take place as scheduled. We're due to get to the hospital on Wednesday for the big operation to take place on Thursday when my partner will be able to join us before our boy goes to theatre. I'm scared for him but I know he'll be well taken care of. I'm glad he doesn't know what's going to happen but it'll make me sad to see him connected to a drip Wednesday night in preparation for Thursday.

Well my lovelies, that's my rambles for my feelings about it today. It's Monday so two days to go, already started organising things to pack a hospital bag again. I think we stay in for up to a week, that part I'm not looking forward to but we'll see how it goes. I plan to blog again on Wednesday but we'll see how things go when we get there.


Until next time my lovelies,
Thanks for reading :) x