The thoughts and works of a caffeine addicted artist!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Home Sweet Home
Harry had surgery today at Hinchingbrooke hospital where they removed two of his secondary teeth and filled another. It was around 1am last night when my nerves cut in and I sketched him sleeping peacefully in my journal. I then marked the page with various circles that would represent the uncontrollable cogs of the following morning, the small circles depicting the steam they would create, the stress of the day ahead.
Another reason to be anxious today was that my eldest Son Jake was to stay at a friends (quite a rare occurrence for our family) and visit London for a rugby match the following morning, after which he was to go on to Twickenham to watch a match before making his way home via train to stay, once again, at a friend's house before returning home Friday. It was around 3pm when I got his text message to say his friend had cancelled due to ill health and that he would be home when we returned. I was genuinely disappointed for him but it is always comforting to have my boys home.
The staff at Hinchingbrooke are amazing, I really can not speak highly enough of them. The children's ward has so many fabulous aspects including two sit on battery operated vehicles for the children to DRIVE down to theatre. We arrived at around 10am and, while we waited for surgery to take place at around 3pm I made a sketch of one of the electronic beds on the ward because Harry loved controlling his up, down, up, down... and a sketch of the canteen where I managed to grab a latte early afternoon.
I can't explain the relief I felt when we got the call to head down to recovery, Harry was safe and I could relax. I don't mind admitting that we actually broke into a sprint half way down that corridor. My Son is amazing! He recovered so quickly and in less than an hour after coming around, he had demolished 4 cups of water, been to the toilet and eaten a ham sandwich followed by a yoghurt...We could go home! A phone call to our local Chinese take-away and before long we were home, watching Harry tuck into a chicken curry like nothing had happened.
The stress has now been replaced with fatigue, my boys are tucked up in their beds and I am relieved, content and knackered.