Cole's tonsils have been taken out. As the date grew closer I agonized about the decision because my surgery memory and painful recovery is still fresh in my mind. Surgery time of 12:30, which meant no eating or drinking all morning + he hasn't been sick in a long time, "why am I going to the doctor? I'm not sick." questions were hard to answer. We talked about the surgery several times prior and despite our planned conversations I still had to clarify some concerning questions after big brother told Cole the Dr. would have to use a "sleeping dart gun to put him down" before the surgery. No son, no dart guns will be used. Lets talk about the sleepy air instead.
The day before surgery we went bowling and had a special last meal of bacon with a side of bacon. Cole was ready to head to the hospital at 9 am because he wanted to get it over with and eat again. Despite his eagerness to get the show on the road, Cole did not do well with anesthesia. He woke up in A LOT of pain. His eyes were blurry which scared him. "I can't see! Why can't I see? I want to see!" Then when the nurse tried to put oxygen on his nose he freaked out and had a full blown panic attack. For close to an hour they had to hold him down while he flailed around, trying to get up, screaming and yelling "I can't breath! Take that off! I can't breath!" Not going to lie, it was hard to watch. After Cole finally settled down, was moved to his room, took a nap and began eating all the sweets he desired the attitude and mood improved drastically. Cole said, "I like this place because they give me whatever I want." (3 ice cream cups, 1 sherbet cup, 1 chocolate milk, 2 slushies and 2 popsicles later.) We occupied our time during the overnight visit by connecting his toe monitor and watching his oxygen level go up and down according to his breathing. He enjoyed the 250 kids movie selection that was available at all times. We even walked over to the play room which was right across from our room to check out the cars and dinosaurs. We stayed up past bedtime, colored, snuggled and reading books. Even though I'm the evil mom who chose to do this (at the recommendation of multiple doctors) to my sweet child, he still expressed his love by saying multiple times during the day and evening, "Thanks for staying with me mom. I'm so glad you're here. I love you." I'm glad the deed and decision is over and I hope he is healthier for it in the future.
The day before surgery we went bowling and had a special last meal of bacon with a side of bacon. Cole was ready to head to the hospital at 9 am because he wanted to get it over with and eat again. Despite his eagerness to get the show on the road, Cole did not do well with anesthesia. He woke up in A LOT of pain. His eyes were blurry which scared him. "I can't see! Why can't I see? I want to see!" Then when the nurse tried to put oxygen on his nose he freaked out and had a full blown panic attack. For close to an hour they had to hold him down while he flailed around, trying to get up, screaming and yelling "I can't breath! Take that off! I can't breath!" Not going to lie, it was hard to watch. After Cole finally settled down, was moved to his room, took a nap and began eating all the sweets he desired the attitude and mood improved drastically. Cole said, "I like this place because they give me whatever I want." (3 ice cream cups, 1 sherbet cup, 1 chocolate milk, 2 slushies and 2 popsicles later.) We occupied our time during the overnight visit by connecting his toe monitor and watching his oxygen level go up and down according to his breathing. He enjoyed the 250 kids movie selection that was available at all times. We even walked over to the play room which was right across from our room to check out the cars and dinosaurs. We stayed up past bedtime, colored, snuggled and reading books. Even though I'm the evil mom who chose to do this (at the recommendation of multiple doctors) to my sweet child, he still expressed his love by saying multiple times during the day and evening, "Thanks for staying with me mom. I'm so glad you're here. I love you." I'm glad the deed and decision is over and I hope he is healthier for it in the future.
That's brutal! I'm glad he's doing better now. Hazel had hers out at three, and after that she slept better, ate more, and grew!
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