Since the discovery of the child's inguinal hernia, we have been running to the hospital to listen to the opinions of the most professional doctors. The doctor advised us to have an operation as soon as possible to avoid intestinal necrosis. We listened to the doctor's advice and lived in the Children's Hospital affiliated to the Capital Institute of Pediatrics as quickly as possible.
Because of the epidemic, children can only be accompanied by one person in the hospital. I stumbled into the inpatient department with my children carrying two big suitcases and pushing a stroller. After you go in, you have to go through some formalities and sign. The child began to cry as soon as he came in. I can only hold the child in one hand and go through the formalities in the other, but the child is still crying very sadly. The nurse in the hospital saw my situation and took the initiative to help me with the formalities, so that I could appease my baby as soon as possible, and gradually let him get familiar with the surrounding environment and play with him.
On the night of our hospitalization, the doctor told me to fast the baby from two in the morning. This sentence echoed in my ears like a bolt from the blue. Because our baby is fat, I have been giving him a diet control, but he can last up to 4 hours. If he wakes up hungry at night and doesn't feed him, it is estimated that it will be another earth-shattering crying. But now I have been admitted to the hospital. In order to have a smooth operation, I must try my best to help my baby have an operation the next morning.
That night I set the alarm clock, fed the children at 1: 30 in the morning, and began to fast and drink water at 2 am. Sure enough, at 4: 30 in the morning, the child woke up hungry, but I couldn't feed him anything. The little patient in the same ward was sleeping, so I had to carry him to the corridor to comfort him. From this moment on, I have been holding my child in my arms, and I have never put him down even when I eat and go to the toilet, because I know that as soon as I let go, my baby will cry to express his grievances and sadness.
When I stared at the clock and finally walked to eight o'clock in the morning, I began to expect that a nurse would take us to the operating room and let my baby end this hungry trip as soon as possible. But I watched the clock turn and turn, 9 o'clock, 10, 10: 30, 1 1 0, 12. Every time I think the nurse will call us, I will come back disappointed. The operation scheduled for the morning was delayed by the previous operation.
I kept walking around the ward with my baby 15kg, expecting countless times and being disappointed every minute. The baby is hungry. I have to comfort him and hold him. I don't have time to eat, go to the toilet or deal with anything. I just want the baby to eat as soon as possible.
So I stayed up until 1: 30 in the afternoon, and finally I heard the nurse calling our names. I took the baby to the top operating room, and the surgeon took the baby away from me, warning me of possible risks, and then left me with a floating back and a heavy iron gate.
My baby's inguinal hernia and umbilical hernia should be done together. The operation time is estimated to be one and a half hours. An hour and a half outside the operating room, I saw the baby's mother who didn't leave the operating room six hours after heart surgery, the baby's mother who had to have her spleen removed to repair her kidney because of infection, and the baby's mother who was tortured by a cyst ... For an hour and a half, I felt as if I had experienced all the sufferings in the world, just thinking that the doctor in the operating room could be gentle with my baby and return it as soon as possible.
I stared at the prompt screen on the wall, watching the baby slowly walk from the beginning of the operation to the end of the operation, and from recovery to the end of the recovery, the second hand in my heart quickly ticked. Finally, my baby was pushed out as soon as the operating room opened. He looks so small in such a big hospital bed. When I flew over, I found him crying, crying his eyes out, and his voice was hoarse. My tears burst in an instant, regardless of the hard work and gratitude of the surgeon, I have been lying in bed holding my baby. I kept saying to myself: Why are you crying dumb? Why didn't anyone hug you? Baby, my lovely baby, don't cry, mom is here, mom is here. I will never forget that scene. I cry when I think about it. How much helplessness and despair has such a small baby experienced before it can cry so upset and sad.
After returning to the ward, because the anesthetic gradually dispersed and the pain gradually hit, the baby kept crying, and his voice was almost inaudible, but he still cried at the top of his lungs. The doctor told me that I can only let the child lie flat, otherwise it will cause dizziness, but how to do it? How can I watch the baby lying in bed, so scared, just leave him alone? I can't do it! I want to hug him! Whatever the reason, I will hold him! Since I am asked to lie flat, I will hold him flat. I want him to stay in my arms. I want him to know that his mother is here.
Because of the anesthetic, I still fasted for four hours. After I held it flat for two hours, the baby finally stopped crying and slowly fell asleep. At the moment, my hands and feet are numb, and I have almost no consciousness, but I will continue to hold them and wake up when I put them down. But what does it matter? I can do anything to make the baby comfortable.
The night after the operation, the doctor told me to slowly add milk to the child, drink a small amount of water first, and then drink a small amount of milk, so as not to make the child's stomach unbearable. Although I carefully looked at the time and set the milk quantity, I still failed to escape this robbery. At two o'clock in the morning, the child vomited milk as if to spit out everything he ate. I sat up in shock, picked up the child and walked to the nurse. The nurse told me to feed only water, slowly. So, it was another sleepless night.
The day after the operation, the doctor told me that I could leave the hospital. After all, in this professional children's hospital, the beds are very tight, so you can go home and recover without any major problems. I was very happy that morning and my family were waiting for us outside. I can finally take my dear baby home, and we will never suffer like this again.
After returning home, the baby showed a long-lost smile. Just like a long drought meets rain, it is probably the most healing smile in my life.