They just rolled Cooper away from me, and I write sitting from the surgical waiting room of the Levine Children's Hospital. Surgical procedure number 7, and hopefully this marks the end our tour. The blowhole is being closed up as we speak. We were hoping the trach hole would close on its own, but it hasn't (probably because he was trached so young). So now the doctor is closing up the trachea, sewing together the muscle, and finally sewing the skin itself. At long last Cooper will be able to take up scuba diving (or at least take swimming lessons) and I won't have to worry as much about the rough-housing in the bathtub with his brothers.
Other times they've rolled Cooper away, I've cried. Today I didn't -- this is the END! And the interesting thing is that Cooper - who, as a result of the past 2 years, has become absolutely terrified of doctors and nurses and waiting rooms - was fine today, despite not having eaten and despite having been looked over and prodded by several doctors and nurses. I expected the usual screaming tantrums we face when we walk into doctor's offices. Not today. I think Cooper knows this is the end, too.
The other reason I didn't cry when they took him to the OR was that as they wheeled his crib away, Cooper, unafraid and drunk on some red medicine they fed him, was hugging his Elmo and happily chanting "Eh-Mo" "Eh-Mo," drifting off to Elmo's World. Not a care in the world.
To be continued....
Other times they've rolled Cooper away, I've cried. Today I didn't -- this is the END! And the interesting thing is that Cooper - who, as a result of the past 2 years, has become absolutely terrified of doctors and nurses and waiting rooms - was fine today, despite not having eaten and despite having been looked over and prodded by several doctors and nurses. I expected the usual screaming tantrums we face when we walk into doctor's offices. Not today. I think Cooper knows this is the end, too.
The other reason I didn't cry when they took him to the OR was that as they wheeled his crib away, Cooper, unafraid and drunk on some red medicine they fed him, was hugging his Elmo and happily chanting "Eh-Mo" "Eh-Mo," drifting off to Elmo's World. Not a care in the world.
To be continued....
2 comments:
Yay! This is the end! And I am so glad that little Cooper was in Elmo la-la land instead of upset--I am sure that made it much easier on both of you. Can't wait to hear that everything went smoothly!
What a moving post. It brought me to tears! Cooper is so strong! I am so happy to hear that the trach hole is a thing of the past. Happy 4th to your family with tons of rough housing!!
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