A week ago Jackson and I headed over to his ENT for his surgery. Even driving over there, a part of me still wondered if we were making the right decision. Because honestly, how do you know? We got there in enough time to run by Target, which always helps! Armed with a new sticker book in hand, we headed to the surgery center. We got there and didn't have to wait too long until they took us back to the pre-op area. There, we had to wait a bit as things were running behind. Jackson went with it all and was ok. He talked with Dr. P and gave a wave to the anesthesiologist. Luckily, the nurse didn't push the "putting in an IV issue." The difference with the surgery center and the Children's Hospital is that they don't just do kids as well...but they did ok for the most part. Jackson walked back with them when it was time for surgery and I got to wait in the place you talk with the doctor.
Surgery lasted about 45 minutes, which was the expected time. Dr. P came out and said Jackson did well. His turbinates were extremely large and gross. His left maxillary sinus was also filled with a whole lot of sticky mucus (I guess the alternative would be runny mucus?), and his right side had some. Dr. P cleaned them out, opened both sides up more and took cultures. He said we should have results back in a week. But he also said because he's on antibiotics, that could also affect the cultures. Which we knew going into it, but unfortunately there was no other way to get him into the OR.
As I was sitting there waiting for the nurses to come get me, I hear them telling someone "no spitting." Then, "Jackson, no spitting." If I was the nurse, I would have gotten mom at that point. But no, it took a good 10 minutes before someone came to get me. When they did, Jackson's gown was off because he had spit blood all over the one he had one. A nurse had gone to change because she also got blood on her clothes. Jackson had a nurse up by his head, two on one side and one on the other. Rewind a minute and remember I had told the nurse and anesthesiologist that Jackson wakes up agitated. Very. At the Children's Hospital, they listen and give him something so wake up is smoother. Here, didn't happen. Jackson wanted to blow his nose because he lots of blood going down his throat. Since they wouldn't let him blow his nose, he was spitting. It made perfect sense to him in his not fully awake at all state. He was also crying and melting down a lot. After talking with him for a few minutes, he started insisting that he needed to talk with Dr. P in between his cries and screams. His nurse was done changing and came in to ask me if they could give him something. I told his nurse that they usually give him something to help take the edge off before he wakes up. So she gave him a little Demerol and within a short amount of time he had calmed down significantly. They did bring in his doctor, and he and Jackson had a good conversation about what he could and couldn't do. At one point, I had to turn my head to laugh because Jackson wanted me to blow his nose (not just hold the kleenex, but blow the whole thing) because he didn't know how "gently" he was supposed to do it.
Once he calmed down, besides being insistent that we keep the throw up bag so that his doctor could see how much blood he was spitting up, he was ready to go. He watched the whole time they pulled out the IV, and was insistent that we take a picture to show dad when it bled.
They got him all unhooked and into the wheelchair and I went to get the car. In the car, Jackson just wanted my phone. We made a stop at Target to fill his pain med and then headed home. Thankfully Target was fast on the fill. We had time to grab a box of kleeex, some jello for Jackson and a snack for me.
He finally fell asleep on the way home, and kept his bag right under his mouth the whole way.
As we pulled in, he looked at me and asked me if we were going to Target. I told him we already were there and asked him if he remembered and he told me, "no, not really." He didn't have much of an appetite that night, which is completely to be expected. But he was a trooper and did really well!
Jackson slept all night and laid low pretty much the majority of the weekend. He had Monday off also, which was good, as he had one extra day to rest if he needed it.

So where are we now, a week later? Jackson had two REALLY good days. In fact, we were talking last night and he told me they were "they best two days of his life" because he didn't hurt. He didn't have pressure. He didn't feel yucky or have a fever. Two days. Then it started up again. And we're back where we started. Yes, his sinuses are open and his turbinates are smaller. But he's back to intermittent fevers and pressure. But he was on antibiotics through the surgery. Hopefully I get a call back tomorrow from the ENT with any cultures that grew. Keeping my fingers crossed for many more "best two days ever."






















































