We’re at Sick Kids for Marshall’s second attempt by the ENT team to improve his breathing and lessen the severity of his obstructive sleep apnea. He went into the operating room at 9:30 this morning and was out before noon. He looks good, if a bit groggy, and is currently lying in his Nonna’s arms, drinking a bottle of diluted apple juice.
Tonight, I get to spend the evening sleeping by his bedside in the constant observation room on the fifth floor, listening to the beeps and boops of the machines. It’s not our usual seventh floor private room with the One Direction poster behind the door, but maybe that will be our accommodations tomorrow night once he’s off painkillers.
When Marshall was first transferred to Sick Kids at the tender age of 1.5 days old, time spent at the hospital consisted mostly of crying and worrying. With each overnight stay, it has become a bit easier and more comforting. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, as I wouldn’t want any parent to get to the point where they can find their way from the Tim Horton’s to the free newspapers by the elevators with their eyes closed. Still, it feels safe here, and at the very least, I don’t have to do any housework tonight. Also, I might try to break my record of four sub sandwiches in one day tonight.
Hopefully, this surgery makes it a lot easier for the little Marshmallow to breath at night. I was looking forward to perhaps sharing a CPAP machine with him one day, but it would give me great joy to know he doesn’t need one.
In case Subway sandwiches is reading this, I will not say no if you send some freebies upstairs tonight. Please, no mayo.