Here he is, bouncing on the four poster bed before being imprisoned in his travel cot. The boys kept each other awake for hours doing what they do when they have the good fortune of sharing a room. Mostly, they make noises for each other, laugh at the noises, Alastair throws his Ag monkey out and Gregor picks it up, Gregor gets out of bed and finds us or, alternatively, gets in to Alastair's bed, or opens the curtains or turns the light on so they can play.....all of this they did on Tuesday evening.
The next morning, bright and early, we arrived at the Norfolk and Norwich University hospital and went straight to the play room on the children's ward. Alastair was scheduled to have his operations in the morning. Misha stayed with him and I travelled back to Judy's to pick Gregor up and take him to playgroup, groggy eyed, but breakfasted.
We visited Alastair the following day and he was in good spirits in the critical care unit. The operations went okay. The gastro one was fine - the PEG has been removed and the hole is gone. However, the trache one, the hole didn't close as intended. As a precautionary measure the doctors have inserted a plastic tracheostomy tube - the type he had two years ago - and this is what you see on the picture, with an oxygen pipe connected. His breathing saturation levels are all very good, his mood is okay and he is eating and drinking. The plan thus far, and as I understand it, is to decannulate him, ie take the tube out and hope that the hole will close (with a stitch) in a couple of weeks.
As it always used to be, I couldn't leave him before he fell asleep. As before, we played him his "twinkle twinkle little star" hvezdicka toy, stroked his nose, and sang through the repertoire of other soothing and adapted for Alastair songs - Shenandoah, My bonnie sails over the ocean, row the boat, baa baa black sheep, and I left him tucked up and in the land of nod.
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