Surgery for our boy, but not what you thought
Don’t panic! This time it’s Mr Underfoot who went onto the table.
You see it’s like this…
He’s been driving us crazy at night for a couple of weeks, meowing loudly at all hours.
Then a few nights ago he started peeing everywhere but in his litter tray.
The first time he did it on the dirty clothes near the back door, I thought, “I know I should have put those in the laundry”.
When he peed on the empty Aldi bags that I hadn’t put back in the boot of the car, I thought maybe he was telling me it’s time I tidied up.
But when I caught him peeing in my left shoe at 2am Friday morning, (the nice turquoise ones with beads and embroidery on them) I rubbed his face in it and pushed him out the back door.
The next morning, I regretted my treatment of him and decided it was time for a visit to the cat doctor.
Said cat doctor told me that the loud meowing and avoidance of the litter tray was the result of a painful blockage down there, caused by cystitis.
I felt this big.
(holding up fingers, very close together).
Surgery was needed, consisting of a catheter (yowch!) to flush poor Mr Underfoot’s waterworks & remove the blockage.
So of course yours truly agreed to have it done straight away.
Mr Underfoot was carted away under the vet’s arm like a sack of very reproachful potatoes.
Fortunately, it was a very slight blockage because I did something right and got him to the vet’s before it got serious.
We had a very wobbly-legged, furry boy home by 6.30pm and he was very glad indeed that he was back.
And so are we.
Mr Underfoot’s Lousy Day Out
Poor Mr Underfoot, he’s had his nether regions shaved, a tube stuck up his whatsit and now he has to take another car trip.
What a L.O.U.S.Y. day.
Updates on the last two months
The last two months have been especially hectic for us, with a new home, open heart surgery, Christmas, plus a farewell to preschool and preparation for kindergarten.
We’ve been real busy little bees!
And as a result, I haven’t blogged at all.
I thought it would be good to do a kind of photo-diary of what we’ve been up to for our own records, so I’ve created some back-dated posts to fill in the huge gap.
Nothing like waking in your own bed
That’s all the photo’s I’ve uploaded for now, I’ll update Christmas when I get the chance.
We’ve now made it through The Month of Keeping Quiet, and are still relatively sane, considering.
I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year, and I’m look forward to getting back into blogging once again, when the mad rush of starting school is over.
Yackety Yack: ASD hospital Mr Bump open heart surgery surgery
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Going Home on Day 5
Yesterday morning, Mr Bump had a chest x-ray, blood test and echocardiogram as a part of the discharge process. All the test results were fantastic.
Grandma gave Wren the day off from school, and in the afternoon she hopped into bed with the boy and played with her DS while he dozed.
Most of the rest of Day 4 was taken up with entertaining Mr Bump and keeping him from disturbing the younger boy in the bed beside his.
Understandably, we were relieved to learn that our angel was to be discharged early.
It was definitely sooner than we expected, but thank goodness we will no longer have to worry about him destroying the ward!
On Friday evening, five year old Kevin from next door paid Mr Bump a surprise visited with his parents. They were both very excited.
And now, here is the final result of all this:
Surgery Date Set
Our ISP has decided to allow me to access my blog domain once again, after almost two weeks of inaction.
Not surprisingly, a new ISP is just a matter of time now.
So we now have a date for Mr Bump’s open heart surgery for ASD; the 2nd December at Westmead Children’s Hospital. He’ll be in for a week, and need to be kept fairly quiet for about a month afterwards.
No heavy New Years partying for you, this year, little man. 
In January, we’ll be hosting a “school holiday party”. It’ll allow Wren & Mr Bumps to catch up with their friends and the Boyo can show off his scar.
On the surgeon’s advice, we’ll be missing the last 3 weeks of preschool, mainly to avoid bumps and pokes to his chest.
The surgeon has plenty of experience with this particular operation, apparently. He’s made a number of trips to Rwanda with other surgeons & a team of nurses to perform surgery on children there.
In a tent.
In fact, he’ll be returning from doing another stint there, the week before Mr Bump’s op. So our little angel will be in very good hands.
The surgery will consist of a incision of about 2in length down the centre of Mr Bump’s chest, through the breastbone.
His heart will be stopped and his blood pumped by machine.
They’ll go into the right atrium (top right heart chamber) and either sew the hole shut, or patch it with tissue taken from around his heart.
It should take about an hour and a half for the surgeon to do his bit, which is a relatively short length of time for this particular operation. Some surgeries take over four hours.
I’m going to take my cross-stitch, a book and WonderHubby. I doubt I’ll manage to make any use of the first two items during the day, but WH will definitely come in handy for hugs.
Actually, I made it sound like I’m dragging him along, but of course I couldn’t keep him away if I tried. We’ll hold hands and spend the time watching the clock together.
I think I’m going to let Wren have the day off school, too. She’ll be totally unable to concentrate, anyway.
What do you think?
Would she be better off with her Grandma or trying to do her work at school?