Hunter is 4 days post surgery and really doing well. He had his tonsils and adenoid removed on Friday at 1:30. For as much anxiety that I experienced the days leading up to it, when it came time for the actual procedure, I was fine and trusted the doctor completely. Hunter was very calm and never showed any fear or anxiety over what was about to happen.
(All of my hospital pics are on my iPhone so I will have to upload those later. Here is is before the Cotton Bowl)
An hour later, we were notified that surgery was over and talked to the doctor in the hall about what to expect. At that moment, the surgical nurse came through the doors and told us that he was awake and upset. That was the hardest part of the entire ordeal- watching your baby in pain and not being able to take it away. 3 doses of morphine later, he was asleep. They wheeled him upstairs to a post-surgery pediatric room. All that he had looked forward to was being wheeled around in bed and darn if everytime he moved he was too asleep to notice.
He slept most of that afternoon, woke up for some popsicles and rested the rest of the evening. I stayed that night in the hospital with him and tended to him when he needed me to. We had soup and jello with a midnight showing of cartoon Batman. We tried all flavors of popsicles- except for red because they won't let you eat anything red after a tonsillectomy. Bummer. Did you know that yellow popsicles are banana-flavored? Yuck!
Since being home, we have depended heavily on the pain meds- so grateful to have them. Have contended with fatigue, fever and just flat out feeling blah. We have served him a diet of jello, pudding, popsicles, ice-cream, milkshakes and soup. We have documented his every move and let him take as many baths and showers as he would like.
Today is the first day I have seen him show any interest in getting off of the couch. As I type, he is playing with his pirate Playmobil set at the coffeetable. Yay! A little normal is good.
We are going to take it easy this week and let him recooperate. He's fine laying low and hanging at home.
On other news...Emily is rocking on all fours. She can scoot around the floor somehow, so we are on full watch since this is the stage where everything goes in the mouth! Yikes!
Blake, my little comedian, was getting a little talking-to at a restaurant last week. We were there with friends and it was basically a ghost town except for us, but he was being a little overly silly. I pulled him aside and told him, "No more silly." He looked at me, cocked his head to the side and raised one finger and asked, "Mon more silly??" Ha! How do you resist? Of course you can have one more silly!
Oh, he will kill me for this someday, but he loves to push Emily's baby stroller around and even tried to diaper the dolls. It's too cute! And who says I don't have help over here??
A strange fog is on this picture- not sure why.
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