This one was not a typical Monday though.
It started out early. W had an appointment at 8am to get his giganto-tonsils out. It has been over a year in the making. He has been snoring like a chainsaw for almost two years now and last year we saw the pediatric ENT in my hometown and decided to wait on a tonsillectomy for awhile. Then the snoring got worse, and then came the tonsillitis. He kept telling me it felt like something was stuck in his throat. Looking in the poor kids throat you could see why! His tonsils almost touched!
So the appointment was made, and we made the trek to our hometown for the procedure. W did amazing! He wasn't afraid of anything, he seemed to like all the attention from people he didn't know, and couldn't wait to have the doctor take out his tonsils with the "grabber." So back he went and Mr. L and I settled into the waiting room.
Coffee and magazines in hand, thinking about a good snack and Mr. L's phone rings. It's my dad, who was watching D and the twins. H, who has recently discovered his climbing abilities, climbed up onto a kids chair and then promptly decided he was going to crowd surf minus the crowd. Right onto the hard wood floor. He stood up and cried, then when picked up his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out! Freak out Papa: check! We were seconds away from a pricey ambulance bill, but he seemed to recover well and Mr. L went and picked him up to keep an eye on him in case we needed to take him to the emergency room.
About the time Mr. L returned with our rattled H the nurse came out and took us back to see W in recovery. He was not happy. He was curled up on my lap for about 45 minutes as he tried to bring his brain out of the anesthesia fog. He cried and cried, and we asked him if he wanted a Popsicle and he kept telling us he couldn't have one because he hadn't had his tonsils out yet! Then, almost as if a switch flipped, he sat up on my lap and said I want a Popsicle. He ate/drank a blue Popsicle and then the discharge procedure could get started! IV removed, check, clothes changed, check, wheelchair ride, check! (He wanted to take it home with us) We were planning on hanging out at my dad's house for a little while to see how W was doing before we went home but after our morning we decided to just load up and head home - we were tired, W was out of it, and H had a doctor appointment to get checked out in the afternoon.
Almost two hours, two pit stops, and two potty accidents (thank you anesthesia!) later we finally pulled into the driveway. I loaded up D and H to head to the doctor, who was quite impressed with the account of his injury. After a thorough examination H was given clean bill of health. Phew!
Home. Semi-quiet. A few more gray hairs.
Just another Monday, right?
About the time Mr. L returned with our rattled H the nurse came out and took us back to see W in recovery. He was not happy. He was curled up on my lap for about 45 minutes as he tried to bring his brain out of the anesthesia fog. He cried and cried, and we asked him if he wanted a Popsicle and he kept telling us he couldn't have one because he hadn't had his tonsils out yet! Then, almost as if a switch flipped, he sat up on my lap and said I want a Popsicle. He ate/drank a blue Popsicle and then the discharge procedure could get started! IV removed, check, clothes changed, check, wheelchair ride, check! (He wanted to take it home with us) We were planning on hanging out at my dad's house for a little while to see how W was doing before we went home but after our morning we decided to just load up and head home - we were tired, W was out of it, and H had a doctor appointment to get checked out in the afternoon.
Almost two hours, two pit stops, and two potty accidents (thank you anesthesia!) later we finally pulled into the driveway. I loaded up D and H to head to the doctor, who was quite impressed with the account of his injury. After a thorough examination H was given clean bill of health. Phew!
Home. Semi-quiet. A few more gray hairs.
Just another Monday, right?
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