So far, so good. Elder Child is home from the surgical center and he is doing as well as can be expected. He tolerated the anesthesia very well, and after the initial numbing shot for the IV was a pro the entire way through. He was on the couch watching Arthur re-runs on the DVR with a smoothie at his side, and he has his crutches at the ready by about two hours post-surgery.
We expected him to be groggy for the rest of the day, though, which he was -- he took about a two-hour nap earlier this afternoon. He woke up and took his pain medication mixed into some yogurt. Of course, they gave him the biggest horse pills ever, so it's nearly impossible for him to get it down just swallowing it whole. His foot is swelling some, but that's to be expected and is OK, as long as the capillary reflex is good. He'll also be in some amount of pain for the rest of the weekend, which is to be expected. But he's getting along just fine on his crutches, although he's really only had to use them for trips to the bathroom. He was feeling perky enough to work on a Lego for a while -- I pitched in and sorted all those tiny little pieces. It was fun, if not a bit mind-numbing! But like I told him, I had nothing else planned today but to take care of him and make sure he has everything he needs.
He was in the operating room for a bit longer than we expected, because they ended up taking out the fibrous tissue between his bones and a bit of the navicular bone as well. The podiatrist who did the surgery said he's got an actual arch in there under all the bandages as well. But, the worst is over, and he was cracking smart-alecky remarks in the recovery room soon after they called us back there. And now he's home recuperating.
The best line of the day was his response to my MIL, who was quite literally hovering over him when we brought him home. I was helping him with the crutches, and she was standing behind him. After he stopped to rest inside the front hallway, she asked, "Does it hurt?" His retort: "Well, YEAH! I just had surgery, Grandma. Whaddyathink?" heh. I loves my kid!
Gotta run to Chick-Fil-A -- his appetite is back, and he's craving a chicken sandwich. And of course, I'm off to fulfill the wish. Such a good mom!