No photo's, these will follow later today or tomorrow. At present I'm just jotting details of Luca's hospital appointment from yesterday while it's fresh in my mind.
After a fitful nights sleep caused by the puppy diarrhea-ing under the bed as we slept - trust me, you haven't lived until you've been awoken by the aroma of a sick dogs wet poo - we got up early to pack Luca full of food in preparation for the long day ahead. As any surgery dictates the patient can't eat 6 hours before we tried to entice him to eat as much as possible.
Of course, Luca's natural contrary ways meant he ate like a sparrow. Toast? "No like". Eggs? "No want". Cereal? "No Daddy, Luca's watching telly now"
We eventually loaded the worlds bossiest toddler into the car and made tracks for Livingston Hospital. The radio got little use throughout as Luca's Charlie & Lola and Bill Oddie storybook CD's took precedence. I think they may be "lost" before our next journey.
We arrived in perfect time for our appointment only to be faced with the grimly familiar tale that they were running behind schedule. Fortunately Luca's older woman was already there, a 6 year old by the name of Tiegan. We've met her and her parents at previous sessions, and Luca rather enjoys her attentions - sly old dog
Eventually we got called in, and Luca was laid down on a bed to be put to sleep. He's previously sat atop our knee's but (as he tells us often) he's a big boy now!
We had barely taken our seats back in the waiting room before we were called back through. The surgery itself only takes a minute or so, but usually the gas has him knocked out for about 15 minutes. However, he must have woken within a minute or two of the surgery ending! He was bouncing when I went through to see him, even much more than normally. I had to grip him tightly until his Mum got through. His head was lolling around and he couldn't stand but was still desperate to run and play!
Thankfully he'd calmed a little by the time we got back to the car and essentially spent the entire return journey eating. Sandwich, banana, coconut bar, jelly sweets, chocolate, crisps, another banana.....He eventually turned to me (I sat in the back seats with him) and said "Luca's got a sore tummy"
"Never" I replied
He zonked out for the last hour of the journey with a chocolate coloured face and grumbling belly, finally allowing Carole and I to take stock. His face isn't as badly affected this time as the previous two sessions, and there's a chance our next appointment could be the last. For that one we'll have a meeting with the surgeon to discuss the results. There's even a chance they may not operate on him. We'll take the experts advice, but the final choice will be ours. I'll have to take into account what his face looks like at that point, as well as whether Carole can take any more too. His Mum naturally finds it difficult.
Luca, however, is as laid back as an upside down turtle. He looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth last night. A smile crept up those cheeks as he glanced up at me and proudly declared "Luca's a cheetah again!"
As promised I will post photo's later and won't forget as per normal.
Forget what?
**Useless fact of the day 1 - Luca's going to miss his Aunt Kelly and Uncle Craig and doesn't want them to live in Australia**
**Useless fact of the day 2 - Guilt trips are always best served with the assistance of children**
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