Operation Day

Operation Day

It was certainly a day I have been dreading. My little girl was having an operation, following an ongoing issue that has been affecting her daily life. A minor one but an anaesthetic and an operation nonetheless. Minor to adults maybe, 3 year olds not so much.

So Friday morning I was awake before my alarm, obviously. I secretly scoffed my own breakfast before waking her. She was obviously nil by mouth.

Mr Tammy decided he couldn’t deal with the day. The thought of his little girl being put to sleep was too much for him. As such my Brummie Bestie really was a bestie and picked us up bright and early at 6.30 to be there for 7.30. Of all days it was snowing, sheeting it down but we made it unscathed, despite a few requests for breakfast from the little one.

Fortunately the children’s ward is stacked high with toys. My girl was in heaven and amazingly was distracted enough by a toy kitchen and cooking pretend food for us to not think about her rumbly tummy. Weird right?

So here we sat for the next 90 minutes as she had her obs, anaesthetic cream on both hands and a chat with both the surgeon and anaesthesiologist. GULP. Shit was getting more real. Thank goodness for my brummie bestie who kept me laughing and distracted with general life mayhem.

I was relieved to know my little girl would be the first procedure of the day. I didn’t know how I would be able to explain why she couldn’t eat and what we were waiting for had she started to ask. She did ask a few times but she generally accepted that she wasn’t allowed food until the doctors and nurses had fixed her poorly. That and you know, the toys.

operation day

Being summoned to ‘go upstairs’ was daunting, bordering on horrifying if I am honest. I knew what was to come and my poor little girl was oblivious, which was absolutely a good thing. Her age worked in her favour here.

There we were, the moment I had been dreading. My girl, two anaesthesiologists, a HCA and myself in a windowless, sterile, medicinal room, specifically for the purposes of knocking them out. I was told she would fight the cannula and the anaesthetic so they had the gas ready. Gulp.

The staff were fantastic, so gentle and calm. The HCA sat with me and talked to Z to distract her. With her hand behind my back the two anaesthesiologists went about inserting her cannula. Her hand was numb but she knew something was going on. She was amazing. She didn’t cry, scream or shout. She sat there quietly but clearly scared. She didn’t answer any questions but she didn’t protest.

She then looked up at me with one solitary tear rolling down her face and said ‘Mummy I want to go home’. My heart broke. If I didn’t have to keep it together for her I might have exploded. I cuddled her a little tighter and told her we would go home later on and see Nanny, Daddy and her brother.

Cannula in, the whole room couldn’t believe how easy it was. Just the anaesthetic to go now.

We told her we needed to give some milk to the teddy bears on her plaster  over the cannula and she offered up her hand after some hesitation.

‘She’s going to really floppy in a second so make sure you have her tight’

She dropped heavily into my arms and I placed her on the bed, under anaesthetic.

‘Give her a kiss mum and you can leave the room’

With that the tears came. I kissed her, whispered in her ear and left the room with my eyes filling. It was finally done. I was relieved. After all the angst building up this moment it was done and my darling first born was led on a bed at the hands of the others. I pulled myself together so my bestie didn’t have to worry about giving me a hug (you’re welcome) and was told to be back on the ward in 30 minutes.

There I was 30 minutes later. No news. 40 minutes, no news. 50 minutes no news. Each minute that passed felt like an hour. I was getting twitchy. Why wasn’t she back? Had she had a reaction to the anaesthetic? What was wrong? 60 minutes, no news. My friend was amazing, she kept me talking and busy but she could sense my growing panic. I’d watch everyone who walked through the door, expectantly.

‘Z is ready’

Oh THANK GOD. I knew it was ok. She was ‘ready’ and I was taken back up to the theatre to meet her. She was carried out by a nurse, confused and sore. She was upset and the look on her face when she saw me almost floored me. She was relieved but full of sad in her eyes. What had just happened to her? Why wasn’t I there when she first opened her eyes (You’re not allowed to be).

We spent the next hour cuddling on her hospital bed. She wanted to go home. She was a bit upset and said bits hurt but as the time wore on and the anaesthetic wore off she picked up.

There I was ready for a day in the comfiest hospital bed on a boiling ward cuddling my little girl, maybe we’d have a nap – it would just be us laying there together. It would be quite nice. Then I heard ‘mummy can we go play now?’ … Don’t sit for too long now will you.

Me sat in her comfy bed as she is not... standard

Me sat in her comfy bed as she is not… standard

But I knew all was going to be OK and it was.

She ate, she played, she was sore but she was OK.

I on the hand was starving. It was 4pm and I hadn’t eaten since 6, the ward was roasting and I was debating whether I was about to fall asleep or pass out.

Since, she’s done really well. It’s Sunday night and she no longer needs Calpol or Nurofen to take the pain away, she played in the snow today as though nothing has happened.

She puts us adults to shame. Us who would have spent the weekend in bed recovering and feeling sorry for ourselves. She was a real superstar. However, she still has 1 of the 3 heart monitor stickers on her chest as when you try to take them off she goes absolutely bat shit crazy and freaks out. So that might be there a while….

Often when I put my babies to bed I am exhausted and grateful of bedtime, that night after operation day, I sat with them both as they fell asleep and felt so incredibly grateful. I was so grateful to have these two beautiful babies, so grateful that operation day is now the worst of the medical attention they both require, grateful they are happy, healthy and at home with their family.

I love the bloody bones of those little people.


  1. December 11, 2017 / 8:22 am

    So glad shes ok. Operations are always daunting and I lost count of how many times I went to theatre and saw Oliver be put to sleep. The waiting is always horrid too! So glad she bounced back so quick! #familyfunlinky xx

  2. December 11, 2017 / 9:25 am

    Oh this has made me cry. Such a tough situation and that solitary tear! Well done Z and you too. So pleased that she has recovered well. I hope the op has worked too? xx

  3. December 11, 2017 / 10:55 am

    Oh it’s awful when your child has to have an operation. I think you coped so well! #familyfun

  4. December 11, 2017 / 11:13 am

    So happy she is ok my five year old twin had an operation when she was about 3 years old, and had to go under, very stressful times it brought a few tears from me thanks for hosting #familyfunlinky

  5. December 11, 2017 / 12:33 pm

    Oh my goodness, all the tears here! I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. I’m so pleased she’s okay lovely. #familyfun

  6. December 11, 2017 / 12:44 pm

    Bless her and you. I know it was a minor op but still it’s a big deal for a 3yr old. #FamilyFunLinky

  7. December 11, 2017 / 1:34 pm

    I can’t even begin to imagine how you must have felt on this day. I’m so glad she’s okay and she’s sound like such a brave little girl #FamilyFunLinky

  8. December 11, 2017 / 4:31 pm

    Oh I am so glad that it went well hun. Kids are amazing they bounce back so quickly! Thank you for hosting #familyfun

  9. December 11, 2017 / 7:48 pm

    I am glad that she is doing well. My son has had to have a few operations, everyone has felt awful to me. He was 18 when he had his last one, but he was still my baby and there were still tears from me.

  10. Claire dobbs
    December 11, 2017 / 8:26 pm

    Well done you! Sounds like you did amazingly under such tough circumstances. And, well done to your little girl who was so brave throughout it all. I hope she has a smooth recovery and gets to enjoy the snow!!! 😘

  11. December 11, 2017 / 8:31 pm

    So glad she is ok, I can’t imagine what it must be like to see your child go under anaesthetic :( My mummy would have cried too x #FamilyFunLinky

  12. December 11, 2017 / 9:03 pm

    Oh you poor thing that must have been so so stressful. Made me well up! Glad she’s ok though and it sounds like she’s a little trooper. Big hugs xx

  13. December 11, 2017 / 9:39 pm

    Oh honey – I’m so pleased it all went well. This is a beautifully written post which shows the emotional intensity of the situation. It really pulled on my heartstrings. You were one strong Mama and little Z is awesome. Really hope it’s all plain sailing from here xxx #familyfunlinky

  14. Mother of 3
    December 11, 2017 / 9:57 pm

    I’m so glad she made it through just fine but it is tough. My oldest had to have surgery when he was in second grade and while it was a very short procedure and all very common for the doctors it was quite scary for us (and he was old enough to know a bit about what was going on). I am always amazed at how resilient kids are though; not much gets them down for long.

  15. December 12, 2017 / 2:23 am

    I hate the waiting around and not knowing. I am glad it turned out alright and you can breathe a sign of relief X #familyfun

  16. December 12, 2017 / 6:16 pm

    Hugs to you hun. Minor or not it is still a very worrying time. I don’t know how I would have coped. I’m am so happy to hear all went well and she is getting back to her old self. x #FamilyFunLinky

  17. December 12, 2017 / 8:16 pm

    Oh bless her, what a little superstar. Sounds like the whole experience was harder on you than on her. It’s amazing how resilient they are at this age isn’t it? At least it’s all over with now, sending hugs 🤗

  18. December 12, 2017 / 8:46 pm

    Bless her. Kids can be so brave and it sounds as though she was. #FamilyFunLinky

  19. December 12, 2017 / 10:03 pm

    Such a little trooper, so pleased she did so well. It really is so awful to see them have to go through an operation. Brings back some scary memories of when our youngest was in hospital. Hope she is fixed and well and never had to go through it again! #familyfunlinky

  20. December 13, 2017 / 11:12 pm

    she is so brave. Delighted to hear she is doing well. Im terrible in these situations, hate seeing them go through anything like that #familyfunlinky

  21. December 17, 2017 / 8:42 am

    What a rollercoaster week – so glad it all went smoothly and she is back home now in time for Christmas #familyfunlinky

  22. December 17, 2017 / 10:46 am

    Pleased to read that all went well. My eldest had an operation on her finger as she trapped it in the door! So reading this brings it all back. #FamilyFunLinky