Another surgery date is looming in The Moore household. We'll rise (but probably not shine) extremely early Tuesday morning for the second of two head surgeries for Jimmy.
He'll be getting the tissues expanders finally taken out of his head. He had them put in seven months ago. Since then, he's had fluid added into the expanders every 2-3 weeks to stretch out the tissue. Tuesday, his wound doctor will remove the expanders and cover his head wound with the healthy, stretched tissue.
I'll be excited to finally see Jimmy in his stinky ole Boston ball cap, something he hasn't been able to wear yet this year. He'll look like his old self again. I might cry. Emotions.
The first surgery was extremely stressful. His surgery was delayed until the afternoon. Jimmy hadn't been allowed to eat anything since midnight. Then, the surgery took a long time. It wasn't until like 9pm when I could finally go back and see him in recovery. It was the longest day and I had no clue if they had forgotten about me in family waiting.
They didn't. And now I know this time they'll most likely come and get me no matter how late.
During all of that was the stress of finding out if a recent fertility procedure had worked. I had packed pregnancy tests in the side pocket of my purse, but kept getting negatives. I was a hot mess.
Now I'm in month six of pregnancy and really need to work on my stress level. Surely, the January surgery stress will help me with my expectations.
I hope this surgery isn't as painful for Jimmy. Maybe the taking of the things out will hurt less than the putting of things in. I hope.
Either way, he'll be admitted back into The Shepherd Center again to be monitored, post surgery. We'll be there for 3-6 days.
As much as we looked forward to the break from our home health (24-7) nurses, man the constant flow of people in your room at all hours of the night can truly suck. There is zero sleep happening and some folks have the poorest of bedside manners - turning on full, overhead lights at 6am. Oh, they don't care if you just had head surgery and have the most massive headache of all headaches. Blood, apparently, has to be drawn on their schedule and on their preference of atmosphere. Jerks. Okay, clearly not everyone sucks at the hospital. But don't be a jerk, blood draw guy!
Getting stable and back home as soon as possible and having one nurse at our disposal at all times is actually quite nice.
Over the past few months, Jimmy hasn't wanted to emerge much from the house with his max fluid-filled head. However, I was able to get him out to watch the first game of The World Cup with one of his bests who drove many miles just to do that with him, to travel to a dear friend's wedding, and yesterday, to a Braves game to be a part of a Bachelor party for a wedding party he was invited to be in.
He's been a good sport considering he doesn't look and feel like his "normal" self. He does what he can for feeling like crap most of the time.
It's time to start feeling better though. It's time to put the Boston cap back on.
It's time get ready for a new bundle. The countdown is on.
116ish days left.