There was no way this could be a slam dunk. That would have been the miracle of miracles. But he's a fighter. The day after surgery was not a good day. Damonito definitely had some swelling, the side of his head was bulging. His face was puffy. We expected his eyes to swell shut. They did the last time. What we didn't expect was a 12 minute grand mal seizure first thing in the morning. Followed by seizures we'd never seen before, jerking as though startled followed by stiffness. Every 5 minutes. Clearly a tonic seizure but not one familiar to us. After a massive dose of phenobarbital the seizures subsided.
He still wasn't breathing right. His blood pressure was all over the place. His temperature was climbing. In the afternoon, Damonito spiked a fever 104.4 and the seizures returned. More medication, clothing stripped, and then a cooling blanket introduced. They don't throw you in an ice bath any more, thank goodness, apparently that was too shocking to the system.
These are the moments you question everything you know. You hope you've done the right thing. You hope that you haven't fixed one thing at the price of something else. He sailed through his last surgery. This one wasn't going to be so easy. There were no words to describe how deflated we felt.
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