As you all know, I have been so afraid of today for quite some time. So let me break it down for you...
As you know 2 weeks ago, we had to reschedule due to the fact he was too sick for surgery.
For the past two weeks he has been on antibiotics to help keep him healthy enough for today.
Last night at 11:30, he puked...everywhere...I literally had to scrub the carpet before I had an emergency shower. I was so afraid it wasn't going to happen. I started sending texts to his paternal grandma, his dad, and my friend from work, who spent 18 years working in the emergency department. Aren't you lucky I don't have your number? I mean who wants to received texts that late at night? Not to mention the gross details on how I had to really think about what he ate.
So I was up most of the rest of the night monitoring his temperature. It never went up, no more puking, so I picked up his Grandma at 5:55. Off to the hospital we went.
The woman who checked us in was amazing, gave V a present of a small bear with scrubs and a mask. She also gave him a penny to throw into the fountain. So nice. She was quick and thorough.
Then we were called back, where they weighed V, got his height, and then we were to get him into his gown and the gal came back and took his blood pressure and put on his finger monitor to monitor his oxygen. This is when he was getting nervous..and I was getting weepy.
Soon the nurse came in to go over the paperwork, and the anesthesiologist came in and went over what she was going to do. She gave him a stuffed caterpillar and a take home mask, with stickers on it. Then his doctor came in and said hi, checked in with us and then the nurse came and took him to the operating room. So I had to try to give him a quick hug, but he wouldn't let go of me. I was having a really hard time keeping it together. The nurse took him by the hand and they went one way and we went the other way. I couldn't look back..I made myself walk forward and try not to make an audible sound, because I didn't want to upset him.
My two coworkers came and found me, gave me hugs and we talked briefly. Then we got lead into a room to wait for the doctor, as the procedure was done. The first thing the doctor said, "There is no doubt in my mind, this was the best decision for him, he needed them out." Evidently he was pretty brave but had a small breakdown before he went under. I would have too, no judgment here.
Evidently when he was coming out of anesthesia he said, "is it over yet?" The nurse responded with, "yes, you are all done". Evidently his eyes opened wide and he sat straight up. A few minutes later we met him in his recovery room and he had three nurses surrounding him helping him with things, he was crying, and they asked me to sit down and they put him on my lap. He drank a cup of water, and asked for more. They gave him an ice pop instead. He quickly finished that, and they got him another cup of water. He asked when he could go home, and I asked the nurse and she said, he can go now, just need to finish up a few things.
We were home by 9:30.
I can't say enough good things about the staff, and how amazing they were.
On the way home V said, it feels funny now without his tonsils. I asked him why and he said, "I don't feel them anymore."
Yeah I don't feel mine on a daily basis..and to think he was constantly feeling his.
I thought for sure he would have a nap..but no nap so far..he is pretty pale at this point. He is currently laying down and I am hopeful he will fall asleep.
Here is a picture of him after we got home.
Did you have surgery at a young age? If so, what of?
I have to say, I am so happy this is over.