Finn went in this morning for his sedated echo to determine the status, once and for all, of the ASD (atrial septal defect) he was born with. The last couple of times we attempted to get echos while he was awake, he was much too squirmy and uncooperative to get a good image of his heart, so it became necessary to put him under general anesthesia for the procedure. The procedure itself was very quick and non-invasive (it’s basically a detailed ultrasound), but it required his being admitted to the hospital for the morning.
I have to say, it was very surreal walking back into the lobby of the children’s hospital where Finn spent the first two weeks of his life, and as it turned out, his echo took place in the same unit where he had his surgery to repair his duodenal atresia at one day old. Lots of emotions and bad memories came flooding back. But here we are now, so very far from that time and place – it’s kind of amazing.
We spent a lot of time waiting, and then they let me carry him back to where they would administer the anesthesia. Maybe not such a good idea in hindsight, because it was very tough to help them hold him down while they placed the mask over his face and he was very scared and thrashing around . . . and then just went limp. There’s something very disturbing about seeing your child rendered completely still and helpless and unresponsive in a matter of seconds. So naturally I started crying at that point. Big blubbering ninny.
And then I went to wait in the very same waiting room where we waited while he was having his very first surgery. But it was all over pretty quickly, and the good news is that his ASD is no more! I didn’t even realize what a relief hearing that would be.