At 9:20 this morning they wheeled our Brady off to the operating room. I've known since last week that surgery was coming. I've wanted this surgery for him. I know it will be best for him in the long run. But, watching them take away your tiny baby is heartbreaking. I think the two and a half hours B was in the operating room were the longest of my life. Thankfully, everything went very well and exactly according to plan. He tolerated surgery and anesthesia without any problems. They decided it would be best to leave him sedated and on the ventilator for the night through the worst of the pain. They're planning to extubate him tomorrow. His tummy is so tiny that the dressing covering his incision covers his whole belly. Their managing his pain with morphine and promise to make sure he's as comfortable as possible while he heals. If all goes well they will start with very small & slow tube feeding tomorrow and see how he does. I feel so terrible for my peanut. He's so little and he's already been through so very much in his short eight weeks. I don't want him to have to feel any pain. I try to find comfort in knowing he will not remember any of this when he is older. Thank God for that!
Before surgery . . .
Post Op . . .
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