It has gone pretty well. We checked in around 2pm, met the surgeon, signed consent letter and was taken to our room. A nurse showed up with a hospital gown for Amri which took us quite some time to coax him into it. Reason was, the gown was pink with flower motif :) The nurse did bring a blue gown but it was too big for Amri. He finally relented when I said I needed to take his photo with the hospital gown soon before my camera battery went flat. That was the easiest part.
Next came a nurse with a wheelchair. Amri totally refused to sit on that. He insisted to walk to Operation Theatre. The nurse was scared by now because she'll get into trouble if her boss see a patient walking himself to OT. At the end we compromised by me sitting on the wheelchair and Amri sat on my lap. And the nurse wheeled us both.
Amri was totaly unnerved by the time we reached OT. He attempted to escape a few times and threw a big tantrum at the entrance. He kicked, screamed and struggled and boy, was he strong. By then, hubby and I was running out of things to bribe and promises to make. Luckily, the kindly anesthetist, Dr Zul showed up and managed to persuade Amri to follow him to 'blow a baloon'. He showed Amri the different baloons used for general anaesthetic, some other stuffs and let him choose one. But still Amri refused to lie down. So the very nice doctor administer the GA with Amri standing up while a nurse and I stood by his side, ready to catch him when he passed out. He did, a few seconds afterward but when we lifted him onto the bed, he woke up and struggled again until the doctor managed to put back the GA mask. Amri was in deep slumber afterwards and I kissed him goodbye before retreating back to our room. The surgeon, Dr Shah would take over fr that point on. I never felt even more worried in my life. Honestly, it was only a cut on the forehead. How come we ended up with full blown surgery and a GA.
But I was famished as I was staying off food for the whole day for Amri's benefit. So we just grabbed coffee and sandwich from the cafe and tried to swallow. Fourty minutes later, the surgery was done and we were summoned to the OT again. When we reached there, Amri was already awake and crying for his ayah. So soon? I thought it would take some time for him to be fully awake, by which time we would be comfortably settled in our room with the tv tuned in to cartoon network. But there he was, refusing to lie down again and crying his heart out. Took more than 15 minutes to calm him down then we were sent back to our room. Since he refused to lie down on the stretcher, the nurse had to use wheelchair. Again with Amri sitting on my lap.
Amri was okay once we were back in our room. He rejected hospital food brought by the nurse and asked for nasi lemak with fried chicken instead. Finished one full serving of it with no sign of vomiting etc.
Amri with his pink hospital gown, waiting to be taken to OT
Amri post surgery. He was drowsy but for some reason, did not sleep. He spent his time watching all kind of cartoon while waiting the GA effect to wear off.
Amri back on his feet and restless. A few trips to the shop downstairs and all around hospital lobby was not sufficient. Cartoon on TV was no longer entertaining. After waiting out the critical 6 hours post GA, hubby managed to get us discharged some time after 10pm, but with an order for a check up the next morning.
Despite me imagining the worst, Adam was very okay, especially after his teacher gave him and his little friends some balloons to play with and put on music. I was worried because he used to be accompanied by Amri everywhere. Amri was the outgoing extrovert one, while Adam was simply reserved. He did not make friends on his own but rather just went along with Amri's friends. So this is the first time he did things on his own.
