Monday, May 7, 2012

Surgery, or "Ow! Yucky!"

I had my tonsils and adenoids out.  At least, that's what Mommy says happened.  What she told me was going to happen is "We're going to the hospital, that's a place where we can watch 'Cars'!"

So I was excited, and even when they were putting me in my robe and I was wearing nothing else but a diaper, I was toddling into the hall to look for the room where we watch "Cars."

Then they gave me drugs, and I got all sleepy and confused, and they wheeled me away from Mommy on a red wagon.  That was hard.  Mommy cried, but I didn't see her cry.

I woke up a little too early, and was hurting so so much, and was so confused, and Mommy wasn't there yet because I woke up early.  It was pretty horrible, I was saying ow and crying and screaming and arching my back all over the place, the nurses were trying to give me pain medication but I was moving too much and they dropped the syringe, and I hated my IV.  But luckily...Mom had the laptop.  She turned on Cars, and everything was better,  I just watched Cars and sucked on popsicles (although I threw the first two at nurses).  Later, in the evening, Mommy took me home, and even though I was still drooling and snotting and crying and whimpering, as we crossed the street I leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

I couldn't eat for four days, except graham crackers and juice, and I couldn't talk for more than a week...just little whispers.  Ivan got super worried about me, because I just cried all the time and wanted to lie on the couch and watch Cars and didn't even walk anywhere.  And the medicine I had to take every 4 hours tasted awful, I whimpered "Oww...yucky..." and they even woke me in the middle of the night to make me swallow the stuff.  Cruel and unusual.  But I don't have to take it anymore.

Everyone's so happy that I'm doing better, and now I can sleep on my tummy and I don't even snore.

I learned how to catch a ball!  Daddy has been practicing with me, and I think I made him really proud.  I still kind of use my face as a backboard sometimes, but I can catch a ball in my arms almost all the time.

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