Yep, T had a bit of an accident at school on Wednesday lunch time and managed to break 2 bones in his right arm.
After a couple of frantic phone calls G went up to the hospital with T, my sister C coming to the rescue and driving them up there, just after 1pm. Just after 3pm I had a text message to say T needed to have an operation that evening to have a couple of K wires inserted. Well it didn't happen due to more pressing emergencies and so T stayed in over night and I went up to the hospital for 8.30 Thursday morning as he was scheduled to have the op between 9 and 10. Eventually he had his op at 3.30pm.
I was so proud of how he handled the wait. He was bored, hungry, thirsty and oh so fed up by the time he was able to go to theatre but he didn't moan or whinge, (well not too much!), just accepting that the wait had to be done and that was that. The nurses praised him and other parents commented on how well he coped.
I was so proud of how he handled the wait. He was bored, hungry, thirsty and oh so fed up by the time he was able to go to theatre but he didn't moan or whinge, (well not too much!), just accepting that the wait had to be done and that was that. The nurses praised him and other parents commented on how well he coped.
He didn't want me to accompany him to the theatre, I was only allowed to go to the end of the ward with him and give him a big hug and kiss there.
He did make me cry at one point too. T was in the same hospital, a couple of floors up from where my dad died in 2008. T said 'thanks for coming up and being with me mum, I don't know why you wanted to come, cos what with Grandad and all, but I like having you here.' Bless his heart.