Mikey went in for surgery at 7:30 am. The surgeon started his part at 9:00. He was on bypass at 9:30 and off at 10:00. He was done at 10:30. The surgery went very well without complications or surprises. The respirator he was on was in his nose instead of his mouth this time. It looks a lot less intimidating that way. Mikey had a harder time coming off the vent this time, but the anesthesiologist told us he'd really loaded him up on drugs, so I'm sure that slowed him down. He got off the vent at 5:30, which was only a couple of hours longer than last time. He also had a harder time getting off oxygen this time, but not too much harder.
At that point, his respirations had been great. He was receiving the breathing treatments (air forced into his lungs) originally to prevent complications from the scary complication, but which also serve to evict mucus from his airways since he was unwilling to cough. They made his sats go from great to awesome.
Mikey's saturation was still dropping while he slept, so weaning his oxygen was a slow process. Last time it took two or three tries to wean his oxygen. It took three or four this time. He just wouldn't take deep breaths consistently, not that I can blame him.
Saturday morning, Mikey was a new boy. He was dancing to the cheesy 60s infomercial music that the Elmo microwave put out. (We were able to borrow toys from Child Life.) I tried to get him down for a nap, but he just looked at me, so I blew him a kiss, and he blew me a silent kiss back. It was so sweet.
Saturday afternoon, evening, night and Sunday morning, we must have done a thousand laps in a little red card we borrowed from Child Life. He made everyone smile. He inspired everyone, even the doctors. He wouldn't get out of the car except to eat, so I had to call in reinforcements so I could pack our room.
We've been home for exactly 24 hours, and Mikey's doing great. You wouldn't know he had surgery if it weren't for the incision. Other than insisting on sleeping in my bed last night, that is. Daddy got the couch.
Oh, and Mikey's first order of business when we got home? To go around the room and kiss all the stuffed animals.