Or should I say T Day.
Natty is having her tonsils +/- her adenoids removed.
|Bye bye tonsils|
Yes, I know it's routine, and my head also knows thousands of children have it done each year. I had it mine out when I was 4. My mum wasn't allowed to stay with me.
And Daddy Down's Side Up had his out back in the day before they probably even used general anaesthetic! There was lots of ice-cream consumed in both cases.
None of that makes me feel any better. My body is remembering carrying Natty into the operating theatre for her heart surgery, petrified of the outcome. It's the anaesthetic I fear most, and worrying about little Natty being in pain, or worse still afraid and traumatised by needle procedures as has happened in the past.
Well, we are not going to allow ourselves to dwell on all of that and we have thrown ourselves instead into preparation of the highest order. We're hoping that a little foreward planning will pay off, desensitising Natty for what lies ahead. Some of it is obvious, and some you might like to try if your child goes in for any surgery.
We met on the ward a week before the surgery date. A lovely lady who introduced herself as Gill and her sidekick as Rosie. Rosie was a giant ragdoll, not much smaller than Natty herself. Gill took us steadily through every step of what Natty was to expect when she came to hospital. Natty dressed as a nurse and we made a name bracelet for Rosie and put stickers on it. We put magic cream on her hand and covered it in clear film. We taped a canula to the hand. Then we put a mask to Rosies face and she fell asleep. Natty tried the mask too, enjoying blowing up the balloon at the end of the tub. Natty pretended to put special medicine in Rosie's canula and she woke up. Hugs and kisses and a spoonful of medicine.
Then the man who brings lunch arrived, so we had a look at that too and decided that the ham sandwiches look good enough to eat.
Gill took us to the ward where Natty will spend the night with me and let her turn the TV on and put Rosie on the bed. Lots of smiles and giggles all round, and a Mummy who knew what to expect too.
Since that day we have role played what will happen tomorrow with our own Rosie, and a name bracelet and canula that Gill gave us to take home. A friend gave us a copy of a book called Goodbye Tonsils which we've been flicking through all week.
|Reading books helped Natty prepare for her tonsil operation|
The most reassuring part of the process was meeting a Learning Disability Nurse in the corridor of the hospital by chance. She asked if we'd like her to be involved and of course we said yes. She rang me at home that evening and listened to my 2 major concerns, which were how to explain to Natty that she couldn't eat all day while she waited for the surgery. The LD nurse promised to try to get Natty an early slot in the day if possible.
I am also worried about Natty's needle phobia after several traumatic blood tests as she neared her heart surgery. Magic cream sends her into melt down, so I knew that trying to insert a canula using this method would be doomed. The LD nurse agreed and would help us discuss with the anaesthetist the possibility of Natty having the gas mask first to send her to sleep before the canula is inserted. After all, she might need procedures such as this a few more times in her life.
So we are packed and ready to go. I like to leave nothing to chance, so I'm taking a small case with everything from towels and pjs to books and stickers. I'm also taking a cool box with every conceiveable treat and snack and drink that Natty (and I ) might want when she comes round. I've packed sweets and dried fruit in pretty boxes and we even have a bunting N to hand over her bed.
|Take everything you need for your hospital stay|
We're only there one night, but like I say, I don't like to leave anything to chance...
Wish us luck. We'll keep you posted.