This is not Grey’s Anatomy

So we were at hospital today for the eleventy-gagillionth time.
There were a LOT of tears.
A truck load of trying to be brave.
Even more whimpering.
I find it very difficult to tolerate whimpering.
The help of a play therapist when they were doing the leg casts for new super legs – which I was ever so grateful as Grover decided that was an excellent time to crack the shits and demand the tit.
GOD even I’m shocked at the crass nature of that last statement.
I’m tired. Deal with.
Didn’t need the update from our specialist that three children in the States have died after botox and that there are over 100 cases of stroke related to it as well and that the FDA is investigating.
Did not need.
Much freaking out in pre-op anytime anyone in a gown came near him.
There are a lot of people in pre-op wearing gowns.
A LOT.
Sat up while taking in deep sob-wrenched gulps of anaesthetic gas.
That gas smells NASTY.
Got a whiff as I was leaning in kissing his forehead reassuring him all was fine and to take another deep breath.
And felt positively woozy.
Grover was an angel considering he was in a stroller or car from 9am to 7pm.

Things that made me spontaneously cry:
– the baby girl in full 1/2 body leg/hip casts in recovery and just cry cry crying and her mumma just quietly kissing her head over and over and rocking her every so gently.
– the baby boy in the equivalent being fitted into his car seat – a team of people around him, his mother doing exactly.the.same.thing. as the mother of the baby girl. Just kissing his forehead over and over. His little eyes full of tears and wide with fear.
OH MY.

So up since 5.
In car from 8.30.
At hospital by 11.
Left for home at 5 after casting, general anaesthetic for botox and hip x-ray
At inlaws by 6 to pick up Jasper
Home at 7.

Madness.

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  • plum

    Kim, you are so strong for your boys. All the best.

  • blackbird

    Soldiering on.
    I’m so proud of you.
    I never had to bring a baby with me.

  • Linda

    (((((hugs))))) to you and yours as well

  • daysgoby

    So much love there….

  • Badger

    GAH. Thank goodness that’s over.

  • BabelBabe

    sweetie, hugs and a big glass of wine…

  • daysgoby

    And now for something completely different:

    Kim, what’s up with Bec’s blog?

  • Frogdancer

    I remember visiting Brennan in hospital every day when he was so sick he was in an oxygen tent for nearly a week, bringing in his 4, 2 and 6 week old brothers. Connor practically lived in his car capsule and pram. The other two were so active, and being so young had no brains whatsoever, so they were constantly needing another activity, another meal, anything to keep them reasonably still and quiet.
    It was hideous at the time, but now it’s just a distant memory. I look at my strong healthy boy with healthy lungs and that time is now a ‘do you remember?’ family tale. Hang in there.
    (I’m going to have to plough back through your blog to find out why botox. I obviously arrived later than that story. He can’t look THAT elderly, surely!)

  • kurrabikid

    You are amazing.

  • Anonymous

    I am glad you’re back! K xoxox

  • Surfing Free

    Lordy, I don’t know how people work with children in hospital. I suppose it must give you superhuman strength to know that you are helping them …. but jeeze, the tears, and the pain, and the terror would do me in.

    How are Oscar’s supper legs now?? All worth it??

  • Surfing Free

    Argh, that would be SUPER legs … not supper legs, unless they are really yummy looking 😉