Well the time is finally upon us. London’s surgery is this coming Monday. I’ve been fine with everything but as it gets closer it gets scarier. For people not directly dealing with this it is easy to say “don’t stress” or “you’re freaking out over nothing”. To me I’m not freaking out necessarily. I’m worrying just like any other mother or parent would. London will be having orchiopexy surgery. I haven’t mentioned it before, I’ve just mentioned he was having surgery for “boy” problems. While the surgery is very routine it takes some extra special care in doing surgery on a patient with MCADD. It seems the only main issue we will have with this surgery is the pre-surgery fasting time. We will be admitted to Texas Children’s Hospital on Sunday evening to begin a IV drip of glucose D-10 to help maintain London’s sugars. The IV will run the entire time he is in surgery as well while he is in recovery. Luckily it is an outpatient surgery so we will be able to leave the day of the procedure. This past weekend we met with the PASS clinic at TX Children’s to discuss and evaluate his anesthesia and general health. One major factor that has brought me a bit of peace of mind is that our genetics team has not only worked out a detailed plan of action for our urologist who will be doing the surgery but for the anesthesia team as well. Any parent that is raising an MCADD kiddo knows how comforting it is when your geneticist is on point with taking care of business. What makes me even more at ease is that London’s knew geneticist is literally one of the top doctors in his field so his word is gold to us. Even though we are letting London rest as much as he can in the days leading up to surgery and even though we have the best doctors we could on our side I can’t help but to worry.
I think it’s only natural when your child is going to be put under. I don’t think it is ever easy to ever have a loved one go through surgery. What I do know is that after all of this is said and done things will be just fine. I’m having a difficult time remembering that London is the strongest person I know both physically and emotionally. He’s my baby. I still see him as the itty bitty 9 pound babe that needed my help to hold his head up. In all actuality though he has the healing strength that Rogue had on X-Men. Recovery time is relatively short for this procedure but I keep letting the “what ifs” swim in my head. What if his body reacts poorly to the anesthesia? What if he gets nauseous while recovering and can’t keep food down? What if he doesn’t wake up? What if? So many horrible thoughts keep running through my head. It’s nuts because I know that what will be will be. I’ve got faith that everything will be just fine. My family is an incredible support system. My husband is very relaxed about this whole thing. London is in good hands and surrounded by unconditional love. Why should I let worry fill my days right now? Why can’t I control it? I would love to just turn off my worry wart tendencies, it’s just not that simple. I’m sure I’ll write later how crazy it was that I was letting this get to me so much. For now though please just know I’m trying to keep it under control but at times my anxiety strikes and I just can’t help it. What does seem to help is playing with Wee Man. I’m talking the silliest of silly fun brings me back to reality and reminds me why we are doing all of this. The surgery is for his health. It is what’s best for him. This Momma has just got to be strong right now!