Remember my post from last week? This mother hen was completely stressed over her youngest son’s need for surgery. My Little King was scheduled for a tonsillectomy and to have his adenoids removed at 6am this morning.
At 4:45am, I awoke…groggy, hungry and looking like a mangled mess of poo. After throwing on a pair of yoga pants, my glasses and a tee, I glanced in the mirror and still looked like poo minus the mangled mess.
We arrived at the surgery center at 6:00am, and we were immediately taken back. He was given a cool, monkey hospital gown and the two of us decided to sport matching bracelets. Because, well…we’re awesome like that!
Silly medicine was given to Little King, but instead of being silly he just shut his eyes and decided to take a nap. I was hoping for some jokes and drunken laughter, but not this time. He was whisked off to surgery minutes later. I myself, left the pre-op room with Big D, crocodile tears sliding down my cheeks.
Forty-five minutes later, Little King was out of surgery. The doctor told us, “You both made the right choice. His tonsils were some of the worst I’ve seen in a very long time.” He then went on to explain the seeping green puss coming from Little King’s tonsils once they were removed. I won’t go into grave detail here like the doc did with us. I will allow you to keep the lunch you had two hours ago in your tummies. I do believe I threw up in my mouth a little bit upon his vivid description.
This reminds me of one of my favorite movie scenes ever…take a peek here!
From the time we arrived at the hospital to the time we arrived home…3 hours. Lightening speed tonsillectomy.
Since arriving home I was expecting small sips of water and some Popsicles today ONLY. Nope. I was wrong.
Since arriving home nearly 6 hours of go, Little King has had the following…
No, I’m not kidding. I’m still shaking my head at how well he has done! I’m sure the small, frequent doses of hydrocodone is playing a factor here, but…does this kid look like he had surgery this morning?!
Today it’s a Spongebob Squarepants marathon in the living room! Tomorrow it’s Little King’s 8th birthday. A birthday I feel like we ALL will remember.
Happy early birthday to my little guy! And happy weekend to all of you. 🙂
Hydrocodone and Popsicle Hugs ~