As mentioned in the Easter post, I was able to fly to California that night to be there for my mom's surgery on Monday morning. I could tell that she was a little nervous about the procedure (screws and pins to fix her fibular non-union), so I was really glad to be there for support. They wouldn't let me go back to the surgery prep area, which I thought was really strange. After what felt like forever, they came to get me and told me that she was all prepped for surgery and that I could sit with her until they took her back. As we waited, the anesthesiologist stopped by to touch base, as well as the surgeon. It was very helpful to talk with them and ask a few clarifying questions.
The surgery went really well and I was eager to go back to see Mom when she woke up. She kept telling me how cold she was and she was visibly shaking despite being in some space-looking blanket that they blew hot air underneath. I was able to see her incision, which was huge! They also warned her that she would most likely have an "unsightly scar", which didn't sound very promising.
They made me step out of the room while they gave her a nerve block, but I'm glad she had that to get through the first two days of pain. Her sisters have both had surgeries and recommended that she get the block.
She was pretty pain free for the fist day and a half, so we spent lots of time watching shows (introduced them to Poldark), looking at pictures, talking, and enjoying takeout from a few of our favorite restaurants. By day three, the pain was setting in. She was on multiple medications, so I made a chart to track everything and ensure that we stayed on top of pain management. I slept next to her in bed so that I could help with anything she needed. My mom is a very independent and stubborn at times, so I made her promise to wake me up any time she needed to use the restroom so I could wheel her over there in her chair. She had strict instructions not to place any weight on her ankle and I was afraid that she would overdo it and hinder her ability to fully heal. She does so much for my dad, so I reminded him that he needed to step it up and do more so that she could fully heal. She is used to serving, so I was grateful that I was there to serve her. Jeffrey was able to fly out a few days after I left and he stayed for almost 10 days to help.
I didn't take any pics the rest of the week, so I quickly took one with Mom before heading to the airport and one with Dad before he dropped me off. I am SO incredibly grateful for the time we spent together and that I was able to help take care of my sweet parents!