Operation Day

So Frankie finally went in for his operation on December 11th. I had decided to stay home and let daddy and granddad go with him. It sounds awful but I knew I couldn't see him be put to sleep. It would have broken my heart especially with all the extra pregnancy hormones I am carrying right now.

As it happens I got sent to A&E due to bleeding on the morning of his op so I was never destined to go anyway. As he set out to LGI I set off to Dewsbury & District hospital. What a pair we were!

He was supposed to be taken down at 12pm but hubby was told they were running late and he finally went down at 1.45pm.

I had told hubby he would be in bits when he was put to sleep but hubs seemed to think he would be ok with it. As it was, I was right (as always, ha) and hubby was in bits and cried his eyes out. When he called me and told me how awful it was I felt horrible and really guilty and had a bit of a weep when I got off the phone.

The operation went well. It turned out his testicle had died on its way down to the scrotum. They removed all the tissue and I am so thankful its over and done with, we all are.

 He woke for a little while then went back to sleep.

He then had to have some toast & water and a bit of observation before he could come home.

Here he is putting on a brave face

We were all so excited to see him. We had missed and worried about him all day long. He was in for lots of cuddles when he got in and all the poor love wanted to do was sleep.

He's recovering well, he's still a bit sore and bruised but he is getting there.

We have waited so long for it to be done it seems so strange that we no longer have it hanging over us.

Oh and there was no obvious cause for my bleeding. I had a scan two days later and bubs is just fine.