The morning of Lucas’s tonsillectomy was cold but beautiful. We had to be at the hospital at 6:00 AM. My friend Sydney came over and got Mirah to school. Wow, that was a really cool thing for her to do.
We got loaded into the car.
Then quickly checked in.
Tell us about it Lucas.
Reception was sweet and gave us some stickers.
They gave Lucas another tiny tiger and a little Fire Truck blanket.
Changed out of his PJs and into his hospital gown.
Our sweet nurse George. He was really sweet and great with Lucas.
Lucas’s room board.
We were set and ready, and then the waiting began. I got into bed with Lucas, and snuggled him. I just love him so much. I couldn’t help but worry about him.
It wasn’t that long later when they took him back to surgery.
We waited about 45 minutes. Karl went and grabbed us some breakfast, and I waited. Then, they brought a super PISSED off Lucas into us.
He went from asleep to roided out rage back and forth and I will admit it was pretty scary.
It was weird, he was so strong, and so freaked out, it was really, visceral.
At this point he wasn’t calming down, and the hospital people wanted his bed. So they said to take him home, that usually calmed them down. SO we brought an angry child home.
His complaint was that his mouth hurt, which was understandable.
Home again with his tablet, he seemed happier.
By lunch time he was hungry, which was a good sign. We had bread and eggs. Yummy.
Lots of napping.
The end of the day message:
As rough as it was, that first day there was a great bounce back. It was NOTHING to what was to come.