Tear Duct Surgery? Easy Peasy

Only for the Dr., that is.  For this Mama, it was the hardest thing I have ever done.

Bryan's surgery went well.  It took about 15 minutes for the Dr.  There were no complications, and B was recovered by the next day.

He loved flirting with the Nurses, and all of the Nurses (including the ones not assigned to us) loved him. It was almost like word had spread that there was a cutie checked in, and they all came to say hi to him.  The receptionist gave him a teddy bear and a rubber glove balloon when he didn't care about the bear.  He liked the little hospital gown and had fun playing with the patient bands for his wrist and ankle.  The whole time they were prepping him(and us) he was happy.  Didn't even cry when they put the dilating drops in his eyes.

 Then it was go time.  They let me go into the OR until he fell asleep.  I had to wear a sanitary jumpsuit and hair net.  I carried him all the way there.  As soon as I put him down, he started screaming.  Rip my heart out.  Nurses were everywhere trying to hook him up to monitors while he was thrashing around trying to grab onto me.  A nurse asked me if I was OK.  Which I was...until I wasn't.  I don't even remember him falling asleep because The anesthesia mask muffled his screaming, and he fell asleep with the same type of face on.  I was not ready for it when they told me to leave.  Even thinking about it brings tears. (and I already know it turned out OK)

I was so grateful for the nurses, especially the ones that saw me out to the waiting room.  They were so understanding.  Every time they would hand me off to someone else, the new nurse would put her arm around me tightly and reassure me that I was not ridiculous for crying so hard.  I was offered a tissue and they waited patiently for me to get myself together before Joining my hubby in the waiting room.  Of course when I saw him, I started crying all over again.

When everything was done, I practically ran to get Bryan.  Left poor Luis in the dust.  When we took him home,(around 8 am)  he slept until Noon, and woke up nice and happy for Grandma to come visit.  With the exception of him still being a bit loopy,  you couldn't tell he had gotten anything done.

 Of course over the next couple days there has been a little blood in the corner of his eye, but other than that he seems to be fully recovered.  Even better actually.  He almost seems happier.  Maybe I was wrong, and the plugged duct was affecting him more than I thought.

I am so glad this is all over with and really hope we never have to go through anything like this(or worse) again, and have a prayer in my heart for those that do.