Last week, we journeyed up to Dell Children’s for Luke’s post-op visit with the amazing Dr. Meyer. Or, as we refer to him, “the doctor who saved Luke’s life.” Pretty cool guy. And, we also saw one of our favorite nurse practioners, Angela.
Luke weighed in at 8lbs. 12oz. (with clothes and a diaper, so give or take a few ounces). My jaw almost hit the floor. We’re inching up on tripling birth weight. That just blows my mind. Oh, and those are newborn size clothes, in case you’re wondering 🙂
His incision looked fantastic and he’s been pooping (my goodness, I am so in the dog house in a few years when he finds out how much I talk about his bowel movements) and peeing like a champ. Never thought I’d get so smiley about changing those kind of diapers. Perspective. It does funny things to a Mom.
We head back for a “final” visit in three months. And, if all looks good, we get to graduate from another doctor. I can hardly believe it. There are a few things that Luke is more at risk of getting. In the first 1-2 years post-op, he’s more likely to develop strictures (blockages of his GI tract) which could cause vomiting. I’m not bashful about admitting that I’m keeping my fingers crossed that when he throws up that the cause is a nasty virus and not a blockage. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Today, Luke is good. And that is all we can ask for, right?
We’ve got several visits in the next three weeks: pediatrician, developmental specialist, ECI (early childhood intervention) case worker, neurosurgeon and his next MRI. So, more updates are coming. For the immediate future, though, Luke is doing quite beautifully and I find myself slipping into a normal routine on most days.
I do catch myself, at every diaper change, peering at his incision. I wonder if I’ll always do that? It’s hard not to look at it and realize just how far our little Luke has come. Just a little over three months ago, we were wheeling him into emergency surgery.
Weird as it sounds, I couldn’t get that walk out of my head today. We briskly walked the empty hallway, with Luke in an isolette, intubated and fighting for his life. Dr. Michael, our neonatologist was on my left, Scott on my right and two nurses wheeled us to the OR. We kicked a lady off the elevator and I’ll never forget the look of skittish fear in her eyes. She took one look at that isolette and immediately moved out of our way. When we entered the OR bay, we were standing in an area that they don’t typically let parents visit. The OR board, with all the procedures was staring down at us. I remember looking up at the top and seeing “Meyer. Exploratory laparotomy.” I kinda freaked out when I read “exploratory.” You know, because ‘exploratory’ and ’10-day-old’ shouldn’t go together. Scott and I tearfully signed the consent papers and asked where the chapel was. We took one last look at Luke. They opened the side of the isolette, we stroked his head and told him how much we loved him. And then off he went.
Fast forward to today. Our nickname for him is “Sir Smiles a Lot”. He kicks, he rolls, he lights up when he sees his brothers and sisters. How did we get this happy this fast? September 28 seems like a long, long time ago. Thankfully, the time warp has ended and God is giving us a taste of normal.
I’ll take it.
Here’s to another day of progress and a new year of possibilities!