Kruz's Surgery

***I haven't really wanted to post this, but since not many people read my blog, and really this is just for my record, I am posting it.

On our way to the hospital.

Kruz had surgery today. Not a fun surgery. Not that any surgery is fun, but for him, for a boy in general, not a fun surgery. To spare the details, I will write the medical names of the surgery, and for those few of you reading this, if you are interested enough, you can look them up. He had 2 procedures done: 1. Meatoplasty and 2. Penile Torsion.

** I guess I am going to put some details in, just for my memory, so stop reading if you aren't interested.

We didn't realize anything was wrong until about 8 months ago when he was potty trained. We couldn't let him stand up to go pee because he was going at a 90 degree angle to the right. We weren't real concerned, just thought it was something to do with the "hole", and we waited until his 3 year visit to the doctor and she referred us to a pediatric urologist. A month or so later we got into the doctor, and found out that yes, there was a problem with the "hole", but the real problem was that his "thing" was basically rotated 45 degrees.

He said that it is a pretty common thing to have happen, and that he was born with it this way. You just don't hear much about it, caus really, who talk about this kind of stuff. Nothing to do with his circumcision, or anything else. He said, definitely surgery, and they would fix both problems at once.

They would have to put him under, and the surgery would last 30-45 minutes. I was as prepared as I thought I could be.

We didn't talk to Kruz much about it until the day before surgery. We told him he needed to see the doctor to fix his wee wee. We said that mommy and daddy would be with you, but then the nurse would take you for a few minutes without us. But we would be waiting for him when he was all done. He didn't seem nervous, and I tried NOT to cry each time we would talk about it.

Thursday night we had all of our family over for Kobi's birthday. After most everyone left, it was just both sets of grandparents left. We sat Kruz in a chair and Josh, Dave, and my dad gave him a Priesthood Blessing. I am so glad Josh is worthy to do that, and that both of our parents live here and were able to participate.

The girls went home with my parents, and we went to bed.

We arrived at the hospital at 6:30am. We got checked in, bracelets on, and Kruz played with the toys. He was happy and content. We were called back shortly later, and we got to change him into the cute little gowns. He really did look cute.

He was still happy and playing and talkative to the nurses, doctors, and those around him.

He got a small balloon from the anaesthesiologist, and then the nurse came to get him. {Ahhh} Deep breath. Kruz gave us big hugs and kisses, said he loved us, and left walking with his pups, (very important) and with the nurse. He was so big, yet so little. I was already in tears, and then he turned to look at us before he rounded the corner, and that was it. I wanted to run and get him. I was so sad for this little guy.
We got our things and went back out to the waiting room. I was looking at the clock, marking the 45 minute mark. I would be patient until then. I was EVER SO HAPPY to see the doctor at the 40 minute mark. He said everything went great and he was in recovery. "They should be here to get you in 5-10 minutes."

5 min, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20. 25 minutes, 30. I couldn't take it. I went up to the counter and she couldn't do anything for me. She said that they would only come get me AS SOON as he woke up. But not until. WHY WASN'T HE WAKING UP?? I was going crazy. Each time a nurse rounded the corner. "The family of Jeremy" "The family of Mia"..... Finally I heard it. "The family of Kruz" YES... I wanted to run and as soon as we rounded the corner to the room another nurse was standing there holding him. I sat down immediately and she placed him in my lap.

Poor guy. He obviously wasn't hurting at all, but they basically gave him an epidural to numb him from the waist down, so his body was so heavy and limp. His eyes were glossy, but it FELT SO GOOD to hold him. The nurse and anaesthesiologist came in and said that he had done SO GREAT!!! They said he never cried, and when he woke up he said "I love my mommy, I see my mommy now." He let the nurse pick him right up. I WAS SO PROUD OF HIM!!!

I was so glad he was back in my arms again. This little guy was a trooper. We had to wait for 60 minutes for them to monitor him before we were allowed to leave. That was a long 60 minutes.

We looked at pictures on the camera, and read Curious George, and finally it was time to go.

Josh went straight to work and I brought Kruz home. The girls were staying with my parents all day and playing with their cousins. That was a big weight off my shoulders. Just caring for Kruz was enough. I was giving him pain meds, so he thought he felt good, but really he couldn't do much. He wasn't able to eat anything heavy until dinner time, so we had pretzels and bananas. (Thanks Kerri and Heidi) And it wasn't until about 12:30 that he could even walk. We went into the shower for him to go to the bathroom so we didn't have to worry about aiming, and he just started laughing when his pee shot all the way across the shower, STRAIGHT. What a relief.

He took a good nap, and woke up feeling much better. The next couple of days he just has to lay low. Especially until Monday until we can unwrap his "thing." I know he will be just fine. He is one tough little guy. We sure do love you Kruz.