Looking good here was one day before the surgery. We admitted on the 7th but could only do the surgery on the 9th Feb. Upon admission, the blood sample showed that KR had 2 issues. 1 was his haemoglobin issue being low and the 2nd was the reading for the creatinine being out of range.
The first was solved with 150ml of blood transfusion done over 3 hours and the second was rectified with a bag of hydration. It was definitely worrying when the news was broken to us at 7pm on the 6th Feb. The greatest fear was his kidneys malfunctioning because of the bad reading in the level of creatinine in his blood. In our helplessness we prayed and asked God for His hands to be upon KR and let not this little fighter have a kidney failure.
The repeat blood test after putting him on drip showed a normal creatinine level and this poor boy was actually dehydrating and hence his electrolytes were extremely low. Thinking back, I was complacent in him eating better and better that I have neglected his water intake. I felt terrible in my negligence to have caused this boy one more day in the hospital, more blood test and unnecessary pain.
The 7 hour surgery took place on 9th and it was very successful. The supposed 4 hour procedure extended because KR’s intestines were more developed (since he is much older compared to other babies who had gone through the same) and it required more time for them to carefully detach the colon from the wall and do the reconnection. The second reason was the anesthetist could not find a good vein to set an additional IV plug for him. After multiple pokes on both legs and hands, they succeeded on the right leg.
With so many ops done, this boy doesn’t have many good stable unscarred veins to be utilised. I have actually requested for the anesthetist to set an additional plug because we had a terrible experience last year when KR had to reset a wonky plug on a Saturday. In that episode, right before my eyes, my screaming Son was poked 6 times in the High Dependency ward before they could successfully find one vein to set the plug. The next day, the bruises on his limbs scarred the ‘mama heart’ of mine. I wished the doctor could have been gentler in her approach to prevent the bad bruising… wished a more credible person could be around to help.. wished she could have had more empathy…wished …
No one knew the pain in my heart when I saw him through that episode. Compared to what he had gone through in his life, plug setting could possibly be the least painful but when it was being displayed so brutally before me, I just can’t helped but to feel the wrenching. It’s an indescribable pain and a simmering anger bottled up when I felt my son had become another doctor’s Resusci Anne.
Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely. Psalm 139:4
The Lord closed this chapter of pain in my heart during KR’s one week stay in the hospital while doing the closure of the colostomy. God sent Ms S.V.
Ms S.V. is a technician in KKH who specialises in taking blood and plug setting related matters. In 2 seconds, she spotted a good vein to set KR’s plug when he was first admitted on the 6th. Being super competent in her field of expertise, it took her only one attempt to have the blood taken and plug set in place. Throughout the whole procedure, KR did not cry. Each time he cringed, I would engage him with his all time favourite – “The Wheel on the Bus” and the boy would just focus on me and not be too affected by what the Nurses were doing. I walked out of that treatment room, filled with gratitude to God for bringing the best person to KR to have all those procedures done.
The next day, the blood test needed to be repeated. Ms. S.V. was available to help us again but KR was very cranky cos it was his nap time. KR cried in my carrier as I held him down with the Nurses to have his blood drawn. No songs could cajole him cos this poor boy just wanted to nap. I believed the procedure was not painful because Ms S.V. was swift in her actions. At one poke, the draw was successful. But still as I walked back to the ward with a whimpering KR in my carrier, I could no longer hold back my tears. I drew the curtains at his bed and cried softly. Moments later, Ms S.V popped her head in to check on me. She said she felt something was amiss when I left the room though I was smiling. She said she knew I would be crying cos she is also a mother. Beyond thankful, the Lord did not just send an experienced technician to us but someone who is also a mother. That day, I received empathy from this stranger who plastered the emotional wounds I had suffered from the traumatic experience last year.
Ms S.V returned that evening as KR needed to have his blood taken again. She was concerned if she could make it in time to help with the blood taking during her working hours. Due to the late ending of his blood transfusion, the blood test had to be taken at 8:30pm in the night. And no, they could not draw from the plug. Ms S.V. knocks off at 5:30pm. At her knock off time, she was trying to find someone on night duty to be able to help me with KR’s blood taking. She first took a look at KR’s hand and then made arrangements with another staff nurse to help me with it that night. She highlighted to Nurse R.B. the position to poke and assured me the staff nurse is experienced and KR would be in good hands. Talk about going the extra mile!!!
I went back for dinner with KX before returning to be with KR for that dreadful prick. It’s 8:30pm and KR had just finished his first rectal wash out. The day’s numerous procedures had tired him out. The boy was crying inconsolably on my helper’s shoulders and I had to take him over to continue with the final round for the night. The poke was swift but the boy held on tightly to the collar of my blouse this time and screamed, “mama”. What could be more devastating than to hear your own son screaming for help but you can’t save him out of the predicament?
I can’t take you out of this, but I am with you, Son.
Tears welled up and I could no longer contain it… at that moment, the song Great is thy Faithfulness came to mind (a song that I always sing for KR when I was pregnant with him) and I rocked him to sleep with that familiar tune. I believed the presence of God filled the treatment room as we worshipped in praise and remembered our God’s faithfulness. Throughout, Nurse R.B was with us, her understanding silent companion made all the difference. A tissue was indeed all I needed.
In my brokenness, I drove home and I spoke to Father God in the car. The scripture, ‘My God, my God why have you forsaken me?’ Flashed past. The depth of the love of God for me displaced the brokenness and disappointment in God. The Lord loves me to the extent that He did not even spare His own son.
Ms S.V came daily to check on KR’s plug. On day 5 of the stay, one of the leg’s plug had leaked and we thank God it was Ms S.V who helped to set the plug again. This time, it was with numerous pokings inorder for the plug to be set because she could not find any suitable one. But her gentle approach did not leave him with any bruises and neither did wail or scream throughout the procedure. Thankful to God for sending Ms. S.V. Her love and care for KR closed the painful chapter of ‘Plug Setting’ in my heart. It’s closed.