Brady had no recollection of seeing me after his surgery in observation, which was not altogether surprising. He was SO out of it during those couple of hours, and that was ok with me. I knew he was alive. That was the most important thing. I left the hospital confidently, knowing he would be more with it the next day.
I woke up fairly early the next morning, and I saw texts from Brady that were sent around 4am. They were filled with worry and confusion. He didn’t know what room he was in and had no memory of getting there. He did know he was at the hospital though. He was cognitively aware, just a bit out of body, not remembering getting acquainted with his space. He didn’t know where his stuff was, or his wheelchair. But his top concern was whether or not I had been able to see him post-op, as he knew I was worried and I hadn’t been allowed to see him post-op after his spinal surgery. That had made for a hard night, and he was worried for my sake 💜 Thankfully, I could reassure him all across the board.
He was in observation. Neuro ward. I told him his nurses names.
I brought his backpack and chair home since things were a bit tight in obs. I promised to bring them back that day.
And yes. We had spoken. Held hands. Said hello and goodbye. No love was lost at all 💜
I went in to see him as soon as I could. He was VERY tired. Not exactly vibrant 😆 But still really cute, so its ok.
That first day post-op went exactly as I expected. I’d visit with him for maybe a half hour, and then go crochet elsewhere while he napped. Shorty visit, then a nap. Shorty visit, then a nap. It was choppy but also nice to see him a few times 💜 I sat with him during lunch. He tried, but food was still hard. His stomach had been very sensitive since surgery.
Just me, Brady, and his brain blood catch-all 😅
Day two post-op was much the same as day one. The naps were maybe a touch shorter but otherwise it was similar. Neither of us had energy, so we would snuggle up and watch some Netflix during Bradys wakeful time.
Those were tired, difficult days, but at least we were together. We could NOT have been together as much as we were without, as they’ve come to be known around here, the grandmas 💜 My mom and Rae made things SEAMLESS in terms of watching the kids for full days without question. I could come and go without any worries, and that was AWESOME.
Day two also meant that Bradys brain drain could come out! Heyooo!
That little bandaid towards the top was what was covering up the hole where the drain had been, and surprisingly, it never needed to be replaced or cleaned up any extra. It sat there, happily stuck to Brady’s hair, and never budged. This particular event was victorious because a) it didn’t hurt, and b) it took away much of the pressure in Brady’s head and ears, as well as relieved some loud crackling sounds that were bothering him. Win!!
On day three post-op, Brady came HOME.
We were pretty quiet about it at first 💜 He was SO tired and his head was very woozy and off balance. His body, specifically his legs, were far weaker than they had been in a very very long time. He just wasn’t all the way stable. But recovering in a room with three other people in different stages of ailment was not an ideal setup either. Home was better than that.
And it was the right choice 💜 We’ll talk about that next. Recovery thus far. More gorey pictures coming in the next series post!