While I would like to see more biagi beads from beadaholique, last Saturday was not the time to do that because I had a more important task to attend to. Mommy duty beckoned because my son had to undergo a minor surgical procedure at Makati Medical Center. At only five years old, my son had to be circumcised. That’s because he’s been having recurrent urinary tract infection (UTI). He had bouts of UTI on the following dates: November 2009, January 2010, July 2010 and August 2011.
He already underwent VCUG (voiding cystourethrogram) last year. VCUG is an x-ray procedure that enables physicians to check for problems in the structure or function of a child’s urinary system. The results were normal. Recurrent UTI can cause kidney damage if left untreated. Of course, we could always treat my son’s UTI with antibiotics, but too much antibiotics can hurt my son, too, so our decision was to have him circumcised to finally put an end to his frequent UTI.
We were in the hospital at 7:30am for my son’s 8am procedure. We filled up forms, and the anesthesiologist talked to us about what might happen while my son was going under the knife. She disclosed everything because she said that’s part of the hospital’s standard operating procedures. What I heard, especially the worst case scenario, scared the wits out of me, but the good doctor promised she’d take good care of my son.
At 9:05am, my son and I were led into the operating room (OR). To make sedating him easy, the anaesthesiologist gave both of us a mask, and my son had to imitate what I would do. We were told to inhale and exhale. Unknown to my son, he was already inhaling the sedation medication. He was asleep in no time, and I had to leave my son to the care of his pediatric urologist and anaesthesiologist. The procedure would be over in an hour; that’s what my son’s pediatric urologist told us the last time we were in his clinic.
When our names weren’t called an hour after I left the OR, I had to get inside and check on my son’s condition. That’s when his pediatric urologist approached me to tell me that the procedure was over and that everything went well. He said that the procedure took longer than usual because aside from circumcising my son, he also had to repair my son’s buried or concealed penis.
I went inside the OR again so that I’d be the first one my son would see when he woke up. When he awoke, the first thing he did was cry. He didn’t seem to notice I was there; he was still crying when he was transferred to the recovery room. His vital signs normalized after he calmed down, and he slept for 30 minutes more. When he woke up again, he hungrily devoured a cupcake given to him by one of the nurses. He also requested for Burger King french fries, which was what he ate before we left the hospital. As for me, I was just glad that the procedure was over and we could all go home to rest.