Words can't explain how much I worried...You would think a simple removal of tonsils would not have you huff and loose your breath along with the focus as often as I did these past several weeks. I just couldn't let go of the fear that something "might" go wrong...The sinful and weak human nature...I feel so foolish sometimes, though I think these are the very same times that God humbles me and gently prompts me to let go of control I never really had. And I do...not without a fight....sigh...but in the end, I do.
“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones” Proverbs 3:5-8
My little boy was so brave, and I am so very proud of him. The Hospital and the doctors in general excite him so much! Perhaps, not after this experience in his life, but I have a feeling he'll forget all the traumatic things pretty fast. I hope. I pray that he does. He's a fighter, this little buddy of mine.
Not only did they take the tonsils out, but also adenoids and put the ear tubes in. Yep. We've had one sicky child on our hands for the past year. Countless ear infections, strep throats, snoring, sleep apnea...His tonsils were very large. No, H-U-G-E!!! Every doctor that looked at him was astonished that such a tiny boy would have such big tonsils. Well, big tonsils, big problems. And hopefully, after this surgery, things will change around here. Here's to better breathing and sleeping, better eating, better behaving...I'm not holding my breath for the last one, but a Mom can hope, right? :)
We had to stay overnight for observation, and I just feel so blessed that hub's sister was there to help with taking care of our little girl at home. My SIL is just the best!!!! She stayed at our house for two nights, and I did not worry about a thing. Not one thing. I completely trust her and was able to focus on my buddy, the surgery, and the hospital stay. It makes me appreciate it that much more that our family (or at least half of our family) lives near by and can be a part of our lives, happy parts and tough parts alike.
The surgery was a success, though the recovery wasn't as pleasant of a breathe as we hoped. Coming out of anesthesia was pretty nasty and scary. My heart was aching while watching my son going through these rants of drugged agony of wanting to drink and not being allowed and wanting the tubes for his IV out of his arm RIGHT NOW...Oh boy.
The night was tough, but the morning came. And it brought hope and new strength (in the body of my husband who switched places with me). We managed. We pulled through. Because it was all a part of God's plan for us, and we wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
As for now, we're in recovery mode. The little dude is pain. His "mouth" hurts...my poor baby. It's so weird to have a quiet house...And even though at first I was kinda excited and enjoyed this quietness for a bit, now I realize that I want my loud, hyper, crazy, funny boy back!!! It's just not the same, and it's just way too sad to see him so mellow and so quiet. It's hard to watch your kids suffer, physically or emotionally, it's all the same. You feel like you want to rip a part of your body or heart and replace it for your kid, so he or she isn't in pain anymore. I pray that he feels better soon!!!!!! And I know he will.
{Too. Much.}
{Drifted}
{Post tonsillectomy "Popsicle Slushy" Lunch}
