Max had his tonsils out this morning. It was a little (well, a lot) traumatic for both of us. Here's how it unfolded:
7:00 am - Max asks for something to drink or eat. I explain that he can't eat before his surgery and he is upset but easily distracted.
7:20 - I try to get Max and Aviva ready to go out to the car and Max flips out because he can't have anything to eat or drink. He proceeds scream and cry.
7:40 - Drop off Aviva at Mandy's house. Max still crying.
8:00 - Arrive at hospital. Max stops crying, but is hoarse from all the strain.
8:10 - a woman checks us in and Max turns on the charm. He proceeds to flirt with the nurses and make jokes with the doctor.
8:50 - Max goes into surgery.
9:20 - The nurses and Dr. come out and tell me everything went great. Max had a great time putting on a show of how deeply he could breath in and out and then playing hide and seek with the blanket they gave him. The surgery went really well and they would come get me when he started to come to. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
9:45 - The nurse comes and gets me and says, "He's really mad." I turn the corner and three nurses are trying to restrain him. He is going insane. He's got blood coming out of both nostrils, two scratches on his face, he's trying to rip out his IV, his eyes keep rolling back and he's pleading with them to let him get down (btw, he can't stand on his own and the floor is concrete).
You can imagine my horror. So they give him to me and for the next 15 minutes I try to restrain him and bring him back to reality. I was crying the whole time. It was just so horrible. When he was finally able to stand on his own we took him by each hand and brought him out to the carpeted waiting room so that he would be in a different place. We let go of him and he stopped thrashing. Then he just stood there and yelled his frustrations out. I stood there with his coat and just let him come over to me when he was ready. The nurse left to get some papers and he finally came over and sat on my lap and hugged me. Two popsicles later he was ready to go.
10:30 - We get in the car and he falls asleep.
1:00 - He is happily watching movies. They said he could eat whatever solids he wanted, but probably wouldn't want to for a couple of days. The important thing is to get him to keep drinking. By 1:00 he had had 2 cups of juice, 5 popsicles, a bowl of ice cream and a small McDonald's french fry. He tried to eat the chicken nuggets but couldn't quite do it, so he just chewed each one up and then spit it out instead.
1:30 - Nurse Cheryl calls to see how Max is doing. "It was an unusual recovery and we just want to make sure he's okay." Unusual, yes.
I'm just grateful it's over and he seems to be having a good recovery now. Thank goodness for tylenol with codine. He did just tell me that his "voice hurts," but hopefully things will only get better from here.