Cooper's Eye Surgery

I don't recall ever going to Primary Children's Hospital before.  It was a lot less impressive than I had anticipated.  The remodeling project that was currently going on didn't help.  This isn't the kind of thing you want welcoming you when you're taking your three year old in for surgery:

 The waiting room was dumpy and overcrowded and there wasn't a toy in sight that wasn't completely broken.  We were stuck in there for over an hour and it was probably the worst part for me.  I felt so relieved when they finally called us back.  Cooper knew something was up when he had to change.  But he was still in good spirits.  I was proud of him for being so brave.

 Getting him to go with the doctors and nurses into the OR without us was a bit of a trick.  He wasn't freaking out or anything, but decided it was in his best interest to scoot along the floor backwards back to the waiting room.  Finally he got in a little car and off he went.  I was told later that he did great after we separated.  Then Todd and I waited...

 The surgery went very well.  We were told some pretty scary stories about kids freaking out and screaming and crying bloody tears when they are waking up from anesthesia , but Cooper wasn't like that.  And thankfully, no bloody tears!  He wasn't thrilled with life, but seriously, who would have been under such circumstances?!

 We were able to help him wake up by asking him questions about diggers.  He was awake for a very long time before he would open his eyes.  He said they felt funny.  And his sweet innocent desperate voice made my heart hurt.  Poor little guy!

 I held his hand on the way home.

 And then he was out for awhile.

 His eyes are pretty red on the insides, but not as bad as they seemed to describe.  He's really doing so good.

 My mom was so sweet too, and brought us over a pie that night to celebrate Pi Day.  So thoughtful and yummy.

 The last couple mornings have been a little hard.  His eyes are always sore in the morning.  We've had some good snuggle times.   The pain meds worked really well and kept him from wanting to rub his eyes.  They made him a bit hyper and feisty, but it was worth it.  He doesn't need them anymore.  But still, this morning he asked, "Mommy, what is wrong with my eyes?"  I hope nothing now.  I really hope they'll just be right.

Post-op appointment is this coming Monday.  I'll be glad to hear that all is well then.  So glad the surgery is over!