WOW! I am so sorry tohave made you all worry like that! I am so touched by the love and warmth we receive always from you all. When I picked up the phone and heard from Patti and Terri that you all were so worried I couldn't help but feel bad about what I did but also extremely loved! Thank you so much and I am so sorry for not being able to post sooner, but as I am sure you all now know I did not want to leave Adrian’s side for one moment!
We are home .... yes you heard me correct....
HOME as of right now! Adrian's recovery has been amazing to say the least! Today he doesn't feel well because he over did it yesterday... thinking he is Rocky and all..(HAHAHA) But all in all we are more than thrilled with the outcome and his recovery!
The day of surgery was VERY long however and VERY hard. The doctors had told us they thought surgery would take 6-8 hours. So when 8 hours came around and they said that they needed a couple more hours I became a little nervous. We asked for an update every 2 hours and they kept saying the same thing. “Everything is going well, we need a couple more hours.� When the 12 hour mark hit and we received the same response I at that point began pacing and stood outside of the OR doors where I had said goodbye to him and watched him get wheeled through before surgery. When 14 hours arrived the lady who was there to communicate between us and the doctors had left for the day and the surgical waiting room which was full all day was empty because all the other surgeries were through and I started to have an anxiety attack as to how do we get a new update?
So I decided to call the surgical recovery room and told them my situation. The nurse was very nice and said she would go and see if she could get some information and let me know, and she came back saying that they were finishing up and the doctors would be out soon to talk to us. I was SOOOOOO happy to finally hear that!
They wheeled him out about an hour later and straight to the NICU. They told me to give them 45 mins to get him situated and then I could visit. So I went up 45 minutes later. They weren’t ready yet so I had to wait a bit outside the door, but finally around 12:45am I was let in and got to see him. He was intubated and the machine was still hooked and breathing for him like he was in a coma and this made me nervous but the nurse said this was because of how long his surgery took and that it would need to stay for awhile. I then noticed his hands were tied to the bed and this was because natural instinct would be to pull the tubes out.
A little after 1am they decided to wake him and make sure he could understand by giving him some basic tasks to perform like squeezing there hands and blinking and moving his feet and toes.
He did all of this with flying colors and was extremely irritated that they would not remove the tubes. I know it must be a horrible feeling …. Every time his pain meds started to wear off a bit he would wake and become extremely agitated about us not understanding that he wanted the tubes out.
It was a VERY hard night and I just tried to soothe him and calm him as best I could and explained that his surgery was lengthily and this was a precaution they had to take. I became distraught myself for him when they kept saying “Another hour or so� and that hour would come and they would still not remove the tubes. He finally had it removed around 8am! I wasn’t allowed to be there when they removed it but thank God he had a wonderful nurse to be by his side for it.
ALL the nurses were extremely nice and understanding and caring. I was so thrilled that they let me stay with him through all of this!
This has been one heck of an experience I must say... and I know that the journey is not quite overy yet... but of course the scary parts are at least for now out of the way!
Thank you all so much for your support, thoughts, prayers, love, good wishes and cyber hugs! They are without a doiubt what helped pull us through this! We love you all!
xox
Sam~
