Many months ago I noticed a small bump above Drew's belly button. It didn't seem to bother him, and never got bigger and I would only notice when I changed his diaper. At his 2 year appointment I pointed it out to the doctor. She said it was most likely an umbilical hernia. She ordered an ultrasound just to be sure, and assured me if that was what it was, he wouldn't require any kind of repair until he was 4 or 5. The results were negative/normal.
OK...now what?
She said they sometimes do not appear on an ultrasound, you have to catch them at the right "moment." I thought that was strange since it was clear to me anytime he lifted his shirt! We were then referred to a pediatric surgeon. As soon as he lifted Drew's shirt, the surgeon said "Yup! He's got one!" Only it wasn't umbilical in nature. More intestinal-y. And there was no waiting till he was older. Umbilical hernias sometimes fix themselves over time. He assured us this one would not get better and would definitely get worse. So we were scheduled for surgery a few weeks later.
The surgeon is a really nice guy and promised it was a simple out-patient surgery and he would be good to go. I was mostly concerned about the anesthesia. And the recovery. Especially since we were supposed to camp at San Clemente starting the day after surgery.
Thankfully, everything went great! And Rady's Children's Hospital? That place is better than Disneyland for Drewby! There were motorized trains, fishies, a playhouse, bubbles, cartoons, tons of fun! Each patient is given a pager (for the parents) during each step of the process. There were kids all over in their cute little hospital gowns and bracelets. Drew didn't get any time off between his pre-op and the procedure. Once we went to the back they tried to take his vitals, but he held his breath. That's when the bubbles came out. Those guys were prepared for everything kids could throw at them. He was even asked what "flavor" anesthesia he wanted. I chose strawberry for him. Then the nurse came to take him away. I thought for sure he wouldn't go with her willingly, but he did once she mentioned "candy." We were told it was a 40 minute procedure, but it was more like 20.
The next few minutes we were paged and watched the screen that told us he was being taken to recovery. When we saw him he had a cup full of juice and a big red popsicle. He had been fasting a LONG time and was not giving up anything to let Mommy hold him. Three cups of juice later and his IV removed, we dressed him and were ready to go home. He ran out of there and straight for the train. He was perfect. Just fine, like nothing had happened. Not really even noticing the bandage on his belly.
He loves to show off his little scar.
Such a brave boy!
Happy Halloween!
2 years ago



