My heart raced, I was nauseated, my mind was going a mile a minute. For the whole 8 hours.
The worst part was that we had a misunderstanding on the time and were expecting him out of the OR hours before he came out. This, of course, caused needless tears and more stress and anxiety until we found out it would be hours more. Then we were able to settle into more waiting.
Our day, although stressful, was a positive one. We knew he was in great hands, we knew the surgery was a must, we knew that he had gone into this a very healthy baby boy. He had amazing chances, and all odds seemed in his favour. The surgeon came out to talk to us, he told us the surgery was very successful and they expected a full recovery. Hector did wonderfully.
After the hours and hours of waiting we were allowed to go see him, It was supper time. We had passed him to the OR nurse at 8 in the morning. He was hooked up to more wires, lines, and tubes, then space on his little body. Having worked in the hospital setting for years, this didn't scare me as much as I thought. Although, it being my own child allowed the silent tears to make their way down my cheeks.
He had a bunch of episodes of SVT throughout the evening, the Dr's told us that it wasn't surprising. His little heart was very irritated from surgery, but we should expect that he would be fine from there on out. They try non-medical intervention to bring the heart rate down first, holding a bag of ice on my baby's face was the last thing I was wanting to see, but amazingly it worked.
It was the longest day I have experienced, I am so very grateful that we are past it.
