The Hernia Saga: The Hospital Chronicles
We arrived at the Children’s Hospital in the early hours of Friday morning. All I can say is thank god for tea. We had our own room with an ensuite (very swish, thank you NHS!) Busby was still asleep, and faring remarkably well for a baby who hadn’t been fed since 9.30pm the previous night!
After meeting with the various health professionals (Anaesthetist, Consultants, Nurses), and receiving the necessary checks, Busby and I were taken down to the operating theatre. Holding her whilst she was sent off to sleep was probably the hardest part of the whole ordeal; she was really fighting against sleep, and not even the bubbles were distracting her. Once she was conked out on the trolley I kissed her goodbye and was led back to our room.
Then we waited.
An hour later she was awake and hoarsely crying for us. She gobbled down a whole bottle and fell asleep again.
After the operation the Consultant came to talk to us (briefly) about how the operation had gone. He said she had a sliding inguinal hernia, which was partly made up of a prolapsed ovary and fallopian tube. No wonder she has been in so much pain! He didn’t have time to discuss anything further, but seemed happy with how the operation had gone. We have our follow up appointment in six weeks.
We were discharged very quickly and home in time for lunch. Busby and I had a small nap on the sofa, which was lovely as we haven’t had one of those together in a while! She has bounced back remarkably considering all she’s been through, and we’ve only had a small amount of grumbles. She’s not allowed to do any strenuous exercise for two weeks, so typically she spent the afternoon trying to roll over and move! She already seems more comfortable, and it’s been so nice not to experience the horrible high-pitched hernia scream for the last 24 hours.
We have been overwhelmed by the love we have received during the last few weeks – thank you so much for all your support.