By now, most bloggers already know that my sweetie-pie went through another major surgery yesterday evening. My joy of being able to breastfeed baby was shortlived when her tummy looked more and more distended by the hour yesterday. Baby was in total discomfort and she kept fretting and wanted to be carried the whole day. My doctor and I knew that something wasn’t right inside her coz her tummy was really bloated, like a balloon, like this:
Our surgeon told us that our stomach will produce almost 6 times stomach liquid of what we drink. For eg. if baby drinks 1 ounce of milk, her stomach will produce 6 ounces of stomach liquid. Thus, the bloatedness in her tummy. As I carried her yesterday, I could feel and hear gas and something that feels like water moving ravenously inside her stomach and each time it happened, my poor baby will yell out in pain. That’s because the wind and liquid are trying to find their way out of the guts. I know exactly how it feels coz I experienced spasm of my guts after my 3rd c-section.
Our doctor came to our room to check on baby many times yesterday. He kept telling me he was very certain that there is an obstruction from the look and feel of baby’s tummy. I couldn’t agree with him more and I really freaked out by the look and feel of her tummy. At 4pm, our doctor said he didn’t want to wait any longer and wanted to operate on baby immediately. He briefed me on what to expect and also said that he will get ready some blood coz baby may need a blood transfusion as her haemoglobin is quite low. I was really NOT ready for my baby to go through another surgery so soon. My mind was really blank and it fastforwarded to the worst case scenario. Nonetheless, I just knew it was quite a right thing to do. I quickly called up the hubs and my mum to inform them. My hubs immediately drove back to Penang from KL with baby and her cheh cheh’s 2 godfathers.
When we were outside the OT area, baby instantly cried when she saw me in the purple scubs, face mask and disposable hair cap. She remembered that I was wearing that ugly looking suit before her first surgery 2.5 weeks ago and the next thing she woke up to horrible pain and discomfort. When I carried her and talked to her, she didn’t want me and kept gravitating her body towards my maid. When we were actually in the OT, I think the memories of her first surgery came flashing back in her mind. She was crying away in fear, a look on her face that told me that she knew what she will be going through again. The anesthesiologist quickly administered the GA through her IV line. Within seconds, she konked out. I had to go through the whole sick-to-the-pit-of-my-guts process of putting her on the OT table again, said a prayer for her (in the presence of my dr, anesthesiologist and team), wished my dr good luck and told him to bring my baby out safely in one piece. My dr joked with me and asked me to give baby a kiss on the face, which I did. Leaving the OT room with baby behind was really, really a sickening feeling… a feeling I never ever want to experience again. Negative thoughts did flood my mind over and over again. When I left the OT room, it was about 6pm. I waited outside the OT and prayed fervently.
At 7:20pm, the OT staff came out and called for “Cassandra’s mother”. I stumbled to the door and she told me that the operation had only just started as the doctor had a hard time finding a line on baby’s hands and legs. I was shocked to hear that. I thought she came out to tell me that the surgery was about to be over. It has always been difficult for all my doctors to find a line on baby’s hands and legs since she was hospitalized for UTI for the first time when she was 7 weeks old. Anyway, the IV line was inserted on baby’s right foot yesterday. That foot got puffy AGAIN this morning and the line was removed again.
Whilst waiting for the surgery to be over, I quickly went up to my room, ate my dinner, took my bath and went down to the OT again. At around 8:30pm, my surgeon came out and told me that he found the problem. A small part of baby’s small intestines got hooked, right at the bottom of her guts, near the pelvis. The surgery went well and a lot of the bile juice and whatever water that had caused her stomach to be so bloated were drained out. In addition, our surgeon also removed baby’s appendics, so one less headache for us in future as she will never get an appendicitis in future.
This pic was taken this morning. Baby was really alert. I tempted her with a slice of orange, some omellete and bread and she moved her head forward, opened her mouth wide and licked on the food. When I asked her to show me her ballerina pose leg, she moved her left leg as if she was doing a split and pointed to her leg.
We had to wrap baby’s hand with a bedsheet so that she will not pull off the NG tube on her nose again. In addition, both her hands are now bandaged to prevent her from moving her fingers and pulling the tubes and she looks like a boxer! My maid and I are now watching her like a hawk so that she will not pull off the NG tube and the central line on her body.
A central line was also inserted on baby’s body. It goes from her neck to her upper right breast. Today, the doctor has started her on nutrition drips through the central line. Morphine is also given through the central line. She will be sedated again when the doctor removes the line from her body.
I am praying for Baby C to fart lots now coz once she farts, I can start to feed her.
….to be continued
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