About a month ago now, my 1 year old daughter went for surgery. It was a umbilical hernia repair. It was classed as elective due to the fact that it wasn’t needed, but the specialist assured me that she would need one in the future due to complications if she didn’t have one now, at which I agreed – also with the fact that she is young now, and would recover much quicker and easier now than what she would if she were say a 3 year old.
Anyways, we went to the hospital, and had to wait and wait and see the doctor, anaesthetist ect… before her surgery. It was daunting having to repeat everything over and over to everyone, so was glad when once they stopped asking – the last time was moments before she went into her surgery room.
When we entered the room, my baby girl in my arms, the bed was in the middle of the room, with about a dozen people standing around in white coats, in this big white room. The room was almost blinding.
I was instructed to lie my daughter on the bed. Immediately after, they got her where they needed her and put the gas mask over her face as the anaesthetist was telling her a story about fairies as she was going under. As strong as I was trying to be, and as much as I thought I was doing a good job, the tears just started running down my face, with me being unable to control them…
It was such a weird feeling. Like I knew she was fine and it was what was needed and all the rest, but at the same time I felt like I should have been telling them to get the hell away from my daughter. I stayed calm though, haha there were no doctors or nurses or anyone injured or abused ect…
I went to the waiting room and waited and waited. I think I was there for about an hour and a half in total. In that time, I just felt like bawling. It was so weird. A phone call to the partner, and a phone call with a friend definitely helped me get through it all!!
Once I saw her in recovery, I suddenly felt fine, that she was perfectly ok. We were there for an hour, enough for her to eat and drink and be responsive, walk ect…
As much as I knew it was needed, it was a hard thing to go through. So any mummas that do need to have their child put under, be prepared as you can because no matter how prepared you are, it will still hit you like a tonne of bricks watching your child being put under!!
Jade is now just about fully recovered, and her belly button is now sinking back in to where it once was, as well as being a happy little girl and playing with her brothers as she did pre-op.
Posted by JessyJade, 7th November 2015