I'm not really sure where to post this, but I thought I'd put it here since I made a thread not too long ago about how to prepare my LO for surgery. Well, today he had his eye surgery, it went well and all things considered he coped like an absolute champ. He's just gone to bed at home (day surgery) as per usual, but I am feeling like a total failure because I haven't coped well and I just need to talk about it somewhere. 
The last few days have been very stressful with trying our best to make sure LO understood what was going to happen. He's four, which is a tough age for this as he understands some, but not the finer details, of what happened. Trying to explain the general anaesthetic to him has been a total disaster and since having his latest immunisations when he turned four he has been frightened of needles and every time we go to an appointment he has been worried about getting 'pinched' by the needle. He has been in tears a few times over the last couple of weeks about it and it all hurting him. Luckily we managed to get him put to sleep with a mask before they put the line in his hand, so he didn't have to have a needle come anywhere near him while he was awake.
Anyway, the stress building up to this surgery and then the stress of today has got me.
I went with him into theatre and held his hand while they put him to sleep. He was so brave, he worked so hard on blowing up the balloon attached to the mask like they asked him. After a few breaths when he started going out he obviously realised what was happening and turned to look at me and I saw his pupils dilate and his face go blank. His eyelids fluttered closed and they took me out of the theatre. It is the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. He seemed afraid in that last second when he looked at me.
And then we spent almost an hour waiting for him to get to recovery so we could go see him. At the time I thought I was coping, I read the news and we finally had some breakfast (we didn't eat at home because LO couldn't eat and we had to leave our house at 6am) so I was certifiably hangry as well by that time.
When we got to recovery he was quiet but when he saw me he must have relaxed and let it out because he started this really distressing cry that I've never really heard him do before and he cried for a really long time. I think it was confusion as much as pain. He cried even after we got back to his room. Eventually he calmed down enough to eat a popsicle and the nurse put Hpapy Feet on TV for him and he relaxed and ate some food, etc. We gave him a present we bought him, which he loved.
We got to leave a couple of hours later and by that time he was quite chirpy again but very pale and emotionally fragile. He had a nap on the way home and we picked up our 17 month old from my mum (who incidentally I also was worrying about as he had to have his nap away from me when I still bf him to sleep... but he was fine too, he went to sleep in the buggy for my mum).
My four year old is supposed to have eye drops in his eyes 4 times a day. Well, shit hit the fan when we tried to get him to take these. He refused point blank and ran out of the house screaming and up the street. Shit you not, he ran up the street screaming rather than have eye drops. We couldn't bribe him with anything or in anyway convince him to do it, so we had to hold him down and even then he screwed up his eye so tightly that nothing went in. This is about when I started losing it as I started worrying his eye will get infected and he'll lose his vision or something. OH was not worried about it and then I got mad at HIM. We had a fight about it in front of the kids (arghhhh so bad)... like I literally have lost my mind. He was strung out too from the events of the day and we really went at each other. I feel so guilty and ashamed.
I then cried my eyes out in front of the kids and OH basically told me to go to the bedroom and get it out (he meant pull myself together, haha). We made up again after, but still, what a shit mum.
I feel so unworthy because I was meant to be strong for my son and I lost it. All I keep seeing in my head is him being out to sleep and thinking I won't see him again.
I'm usually a very rational person, I've had surgery four times myself and I've never worried about it at all, but seeing that happen to my son has broken me. I seriously feel traumatised. My beautiful son really took it like a little trooper, but I have lost my shit. Seriously. I'm so traumatised and sad. This is not a normal reaction, right? What is wrong with me?
Sorry, I don't really know the point of this thread but I have to get it out somewhere. I hope I will feel better tomorrow, as I've been up since 5:30am and I'm exhausted. Plus I didn't sleep last night for having dreams about his coming surgery... so yeah... meh. I just want to add that I'm usually very rational and I don't have anxiety about my kids health at all usually. I just can't stop seeing this picture of him losing consciousness.
Will it go away?

The last few days have been very stressful with trying our best to make sure LO understood what was going to happen. He's four, which is a tough age for this as he understands some, but not the finer details, of what happened. Trying to explain the general anaesthetic to him has been a total disaster and since having his latest immunisations when he turned four he has been frightened of needles and every time we go to an appointment he has been worried about getting 'pinched' by the needle. He has been in tears a few times over the last couple of weeks about it and it all hurting him. Luckily we managed to get him put to sleep with a mask before they put the line in his hand, so he didn't have to have a needle come anywhere near him while he was awake.
Anyway, the stress building up to this surgery and then the stress of today has got me.


And then we spent almost an hour waiting for him to get to recovery so we could go see him. At the time I thought I was coping, I read the news and we finally had some breakfast (we didn't eat at home because LO couldn't eat and we had to leave our house at 6am) so I was certifiably hangry as well by that time.
When we got to recovery he was quiet but when he saw me he must have relaxed and let it out because he started this really distressing cry that I've never really heard him do before and he cried for a really long time. I think it was confusion as much as pain. He cried even after we got back to his room. Eventually he calmed down enough to eat a popsicle and the nurse put Hpapy Feet on TV for him and he relaxed and ate some food, etc. We gave him a present we bought him, which he loved.
We got to leave a couple of hours later and by that time he was quite chirpy again but very pale and emotionally fragile. He had a nap on the way home and we picked up our 17 month old from my mum (who incidentally I also was worrying about as he had to have his nap away from me when I still bf him to sleep... but he was fine too, he went to sleep in the buggy for my mum).
My four year old is supposed to have eye drops in his eyes 4 times a day. Well, shit hit the fan when we tried to get him to take these. He refused point blank and ran out of the house screaming and up the street. Shit you not, he ran up the street screaming rather than have eye drops. We couldn't bribe him with anything or in anyway convince him to do it, so we had to hold him down and even then he screwed up his eye so tightly that nothing went in. This is about when I started losing it as I started worrying his eye will get infected and he'll lose his vision or something. OH was not worried about it and then I got mad at HIM. We had a fight about it in front of the kids (arghhhh so bad)... like I literally have lost my mind. He was strung out too from the events of the day and we really went at each other. I feel so guilty and ashamed.

I feel so unworthy because I was meant to be strong for my son and I lost it. All I keep seeing in my head is him being out to sleep and thinking I won't see him again.

Sorry, I don't really know the point of this thread but I have to get it out somewhere. I hope I will feel better tomorrow, as I've been up since 5:30am and I'm exhausted. Plus I didn't sleep last night for having dreams about his coming surgery... so yeah... meh. I just want to add that I'm usually very rational and I don't have anxiety about my kids health at all usually. I just can't stop seeing this picture of him losing consciousness.
