Gone tubin...

So, we work up bright and early for D's 7:30 surgery.

The dude was unsure why we were all up so early and all together in the car. He was a trooper when we got to the surgery center. Very curious about everything. He grew very attached to the etch a sketch board and had to carry it to the back with him when they were prepping him.

We walked back to find a cute little teddy bear hospital gown, a teddy bear and all of his stuff to make him feel comfortable for our short stay there. He of course liked the blinking red light from the monitor they put on his toe...to the point he pulled it off. After they put on the hospital bracelets...he took those off too.

He finally realized the TV in the corner playing Disney channel with some program he was amused by. The anesthesiologist was very nice and trying to find out if he needed to give him something for separation issues...but later decided he would be fine. We met Christy, the nurse and she assured us that everything would be fine. When it was time for him to go, we tried to have him sit like a big boy on the bed, but he started to show hesitation. So a little bit of crying Mrs. Christy held him all the way to the back room. As we walked back to the waiting room we could see and hear that the crying had stopped and he was just fine.

After a 14 minute sit in the waiting room, the doctor came out to say he did very well but was mad at this point. He cleared out some junk from the infected ear (which after a week of antibiotics you think would be clear...and some clear fluid from the other ear). But all in all, he was good and the 4 minute surgery went very well. I was thinking to myself how do you know he is mad, already? Well, we went back to find that the recovery room nurse was holding a very hysterical child.

I had to sit in the rocking chair to hold him and he would not stop crying. I mean he was just beyond upset. Finally, the horrible parents we are (trying to keep him from not needing the "pacifier") we gave him the pacifier. He immediately stopped crying but was still having a hard time catching his breath. We tried to give him some juice and no such luck. Finally the nurse said we can leave. He was a very upset boy but was still out of it do to the anesthesia. On our way home he did get sick in the car.

By the time we got home he pointed to his bed, ok...he wanted in. He maybe took a 25 min nap and after that...he was ready to go. Hungry, thirsty and ready to play...my oh my!