Well today seems a good day to continue lil mans story i will explain why .....
Well after a long night in bristol in scbu we expected to be transferred to birmingham childrens but the news came through that there PICU was full and there was no room for lil man, so an urgent call to all the hospitals who deal with HLHS was undertaken, Guys hospital luckily had a bed for him and the transfer was arranged. There were no doctors available from london to come and get him so a specialist doctor his assistant and a cardiac nurse were found who were willing to make the long journey, then came the next problems it was the 11th December and there was only one more saturday after this one for christmas shopping, which meant central london would be heaving, the doctors were very concerned about having a seriously ill lil man who had been moved and already undertaken a four hour journey being held up in london for what could possibly hours, trying to get through the traffic!!!! A long conversation was taken with the metropolitan police who decided rather than just giving the ambulance a police escort it would be safer if they did that, plus stopped the traffic as the ambulance approached to save any danger to the ambulance to people pulling out quickly after the escort had gone .... So my baby was a bit of a V.I.P. that day, infact he has been that everyday but you know what i mean..... We were told under no circumstances were we to follow the ambulance as it wouldnt be safe, so we watched our lil man be transferred to a travelling incubator, and loaded onto an ambulance and watched it roar off with its blues and twos going. I felt like my guts had been wrenched out, we had been warned that this was a very risky time and that he could go into cardiac arrest at any time and being on the road put him in extreme danger... We raced back to the ward so as to follow lil man as quickly as possible, only to be stopped by an ogre of a midwife who insisted i wouldnt be discharged until i had eaten. I have never shovelled food into my mouth so fast, and to this day i couldnt tell you what i had eaten.. She was right to make us eat though i couldnt remember when i had eaten last, it probably saved us trying to catch the ambulance up despite saying we wouldnt!!! Anyway we left St Michaels and did the long journey to london to see what we would face next, just as we entered london the doctor who was in the ambulance phoned to say lil man had been transferred safely and was now in the hands of the cardiac staff in Guys, the relief was amazing....
We arrived at Guys just before 9pm and went straight to the PICU, where we were greeted by the fantastic staff there, lil man was in an open cot, admittedly hooked up to lots of monitors but even so it was amazing, then the nurse asked me the most fantastic question 'did i want to hold my baby' it was lovely to actually get a cuddle even though the leads made it very scarey... We were shown to the parents accomodation in guys and if anyone has ever stayed there they will know that the Hilton it isnt lol but we fell into bed exhausted, the next day was full of tests and echos, towards the end of the day they said he was first on the list for his first stage in the morning... ekk the 13th luckily it wasnt a friday!!! it was a long night and we were back by lil mans side by 7am waiting for him to go down... There was a change of plan and it was decided he wouldnt go down until late morning, so at 10am i decided i wanted my boy christened the nurse Lisa was a true diamond and arranged it all for us, even dragging the vicar from the carol concert :) it was a quick service but it felt good that it had been done, then the dreaded time came and they came for my baby, we had been told he only had a 20% chance of surviving this op so the odds werent with him. Leaving him in the anathestic room was awful and i dont want to dwell on it too much... We spent a few hours transferring from the parents accomodation to the Ronald Macdonald house which was like the HILTON once we had got there we spent the rest of the time in the smoking room with other parents who were fantastic, finally after 6 hours the call came that we had waited for lil man was back and was safe, we rushed over to see him and although i was a bit taken aback at first we soon got used to what we saw....
Lil man went from strength to strength spending four days on PICU before being moved to Savannah ward, he stayed there until the 21st December when he was transferred to Bristol Childrens, this was a big milestone as it was a step closer home... Christmas was hard that year as i had to leave my lil man on christmas eve to return home to be with the other children to leave him was a real wrench but i knew the others needed to see me... On the 30th December lil man was transferred to our local hospital, and after a huge row with the doctors they agreed if we learnt cpr and how to give his meds and feed down his ng tube he could come home on New Years Eve...
So 6 years ago today my lil man came home to be with his brothers and sisters, and we saw in 2005 together as a family.
This blog as ever is dedicated to James, Katie, Zoe and all the other heart angels taken too soon xxx