Goodbye Broviac! Hello PowerPort!
The hours leading up to surgery were rough, but the surgery itself was fine.
After deciding he didn’t need an IV, the orders came in for an IV at 11:15. After we’d fallen asleep. The transport nurse did a great job, but he still howled. Plus, it sucks to be woke up to be stabbed, you know?
Then we got back to sleep a few hours later only to be woken up again at 2ish because I was nursing him in my sleep and of course he was NPO. Oops. Except we were totally OK, which is part of why I wasn’t worried enough about it to NOT nurse him, because he doesn’t actually NURSE at night. He latches on. He sucks once or twice, he goes to sleep. Even fully awake, he can’t get a letdown going by himself. PLUS, breastmilk is 4 hours before surgery. They moved him to 6 hours because his overnight pump feed is mixed with protein powder, so they treat it like formula. (or they did this time, anyway.)
But everyone made a big deal out of it, even the nurses in pre-op, until the resident came and said “it’s 4 hours for breastmilk, even if he did nurse some, it’s still completely fine.” Yeah.
OK, so I got him back to sleep and then we were up again at 4 for blood pressure, change him out of his clothes and into a blanket, and scrub him down with this chlorhexadine stuff. Even last Friday, they said he was too young for it, and he’s only aged 5 days since then, but apparently now he is old enough, though orders went back and forth on that. Needless to say, he didn’t like that. He did eventually get back to sleep, but I never did.
Add to that the fact that our nurse last night was one we’ve had before and I don’t generally mind her, but she does tend to talk to me like I’m a small, idiot child. And I think I am a mite ornery from being here so long.