Part 2

So, forgot to mention Micah was to go up to the picu after surgery.  At this point, whatever, i didn't question because that's probably where the most competent people are!
We head into the waiting room, and realize that if i don't eat now, i won't (i don't leave Micah, ever)... And Travis needed to leave as soon as he heard that Micah was fine to go to work.  So ran off to grab something and eat really fast, and we get the call he's out (about 25 minutes, fast!) They ushered us to a conference room, and we sat.

And we waited.

And we waited.

About 20 minutes later, they called us back to see him.. .Not in the picu, in recovery... Alright, well i guess we'll see.  So i went to see Micah and Trav stayed to hear what the doctor had to say.  So he waited.  Thirty minutes after the first call we said forget it, and Trav came to recovery.  They had to page the doctor and he showed up, 40 minutes after the first call... That's way past acceptable.  The doctor was nice, said he'd done well, explained what he'd done, gave us a script for pain meds and told us barring any trouble, we were free to leave.

So, in Cincy they do one of these things after surgery: 1) Send the child to recovery (PACU), then home.  2) Send the child to PACU, then to a floor to stay or 3) Send the child straight to an intensive care floor.

Here's what happened today.  We went to recovery.  He trialed off oxygen, did great. He was awake, unhappy, but not in excessive pain.  That lasted probably 30  minutes.  Then we were informed we were being moved to another area... WHERE?  Literally across the hall, in a very similar set up.  Pretty much zero difference.  Of course Mr. Man wasn't happy to be moved... and it's not easy when they're attached by leads on their torso, a pulse ox on their toe and an i.v. in the arm.  We had to wait for an hour after he got to the second recovery (i'm pretty sure at least) and he had to tolerate something in his tummy.  Strange.   They too his i.v. out and didn't hold pressure long enough (or check to see if it stopped bleeding) and it started bleeding everywhere.  Down his arm, leg, my leg, the floor.

"Umm, he's bleeding." (the nurse doesn't respond or turn around...)

"Umm, he's bleeding a LOT!"  (nurse grabs gloves, puts them on and grabs some gauze.)

Super.

We finally got out of there.  Trav left as soon as we saw the doc and was sweet to bring some of our stuff to the car. Unfortunately neither of us thought about where my wallet and keys were... in the bag he took to the car and locked.  So Trav was an hour and 15 minutes away w/ the spare... Thank God my mom was home and could go get them from him and bring them.  These are the types of things i don't forgive myself for... it's stupidity... and because of me he had to sit around the hospital for an extra two hours.

Never been so happy to be home.   Bad day. And pretty much every single bit of it was unnecessary.  Next time we'll go to Cincy, no matter how small the procedure. Lesson learned.  And yes, i'm a huge hospital snob... But come on, most of these things are unacceptable, not me being picky.

Poor Trav got home from Camp at 6:30, and had a youth event from 7:30-11.  We're all going to sleep well tonight.