Whew! My thoughts can get the best of me and when I was trying to wrap my brain around Brian's surgery and the ins and outs of how it would go, let's just say I had a wee bit of a meltdown :) I am a creature of habit and when my daily routine and schedule is rocked my anxiety level shoots high.
Abram was staying at my sister's so that was a huge relief. Brian had to be at the hospital at 11 AM. The boys came with me to the hospital. Some parents might cringe at the thought, but having them there with me brings me comfort. I don't know if it is an age thing or because they are home schooled, but they are awesome at waiting. They go everywhere with me like grocery shopping, doctor appointments, dentists appointments, meetings and more. They have learned that when we are out they need to bring things to occupy their time. It also doesn't hurt to have portable DVD players, leapsters and lots of things to eat :)
The top picture is of us waiting in the little room with Brian before he is to be wheeled off. I have had three different nurses come in to explain to me how to use three different machines when we arrive home. (1)some huge machine that he puts his leg in that will bend his knee. The nurse explains degrees of movement, placement of knee, a million buttons that look like Chinese and more. Already I am confused. (2)four sticky things I am to place on different points on the knee. Another remote thingy that she quickly goes over and pushes in my direction. huh? (3)an ice machine that I am to fill half with ice/half with cold water. Turn this button here, set this timer there and make sure it is at so many degrees. what? help.
I go to load these items in my car when Pam(!) calls to see if she needs to bring lunch over. What a great idea! I didn't even think about the boys needing some lunch. McDonald's for everyone as we go back to the waiting area. Surely they will be taking Brian back soon? 1:00, 2:00, 3:00, 4:30! What is taking so long? I have read two magazines, half of a new book, talk to numerous people on the phone, walked to the cafeteria for snacks, bought more snacks for the vending machine and drank two Dr. Peppers.
The boys occupy their time by watching movies, sorting their fruit snacks into piles, Wyatt made a new friend and playing their Leapters. I knew they could handle the wait time! Finally around 5 PM I am able to see Brian. He is looking good and loopy as we get him into the van. We hurry home because Wyatt is catching a ride to his soccer practice with Payt. Brian is able to use his crutches into the house and get in bed. He was prescribed some awesome pain medication, so he is feeling great. We try to put some ice on the knee, but with all the bandages he feels nothing. The next day we head back to the doctor so they can remove the yuck and reapply the big bandage. They explain what he can and can't do for the next two weeks. The 'knee machine' we received the day before is again explained in further detail. He is to use it about four to six hours a day! The ice machine is to be used during the waking hours. Thirty minutes on, thirty minutes off. This is a full time job!
My sister brings Abram back on Friday and stays the night with me. Ben and Abram are so funny together! Ben didn't have a high chair so he is sitting next to Abram and eating his meal off of his tray. Saturday morning I am a hostess at a baby shower. Both boys have soccer games to attend. Somehow I am going to make sausage balls. I don't like to cook. I decide Cooper will have to miss his game since it is at the exact same time as the shower and a friend is going to pick up Wyatt for his game.
BUT! Here comes Brian hobbling down the hallway completely dressed and ready to take the boys to their soccer games. What?!?!? I try unsuccessfully to talk him out of it, as I said the pain medication was good!
My now favorite sister is busy in the kitchen making sausage balls. Score!
It has been a week since the surgery and things are going more smoothly than I could ever had anticipated. Brian has been better about staying off of his feet as that Saturday afternoon was a reminder that knee surgery does hurt! I've actually enjoyed having him around and my inner nurse is shining through. We have one more week of healing before he heads back to work.
Today he is at Walmart picking up the birthday cake for our new 5 year old. Even though the good pain medication is gone I hope he will still feel well enough to attend the party :)
Thanks for all the prayers!
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