On November 4th my boy had to have surgery. He had to get his tonsils and adenoids taken out, the tube removed from his left ear and his eardrum patched, and his frenum (the skin that attaches the tongue to the bottom of the mouth) clipped. Poor kiddo.
We arrived at the hospital at 6am. We had the usual paper work to fill out and then waited to be called back. Luckily we didn't have to wait long. We were called back and Noah was prepped.
Seriously, have you ever seen anything more adorable in your whole life?
As usual, Noah was in a goofy mood. We had lightly explained to him what was going to happen but it really didn't seem to phase him.
See what I mean?
He was the ideal patient, answering all the questions anyone asked him,
handing out fist bumps, and cracking everyone up.
His favorite part?
Getting to show everyone his mad Power Wheelin skills on the way to the operating room.
We waited anxiously in the waiting area. The surgery was only supposed to last about a half hour. At about 45 minutes I started to get antsy. I tend to be a bit morbid so, of course, I immediately started to imagine all that could go wrong. Just as I was starting to sweat they called us back. The doc came and told us all about the surgery. Patching his eardrum had proven a bit problematic and he had a lot of congestion that needed to be cleaned up in order to get at the adenoids. Sigh. I got to go back and be with him while they woke him up. He was so OUT. When they first woke him up he protested but as soon as he heard my voice he reached for me. My heart nearly exploded. I crawled up in the bed with him, he snuggled close, and fell back asleep. I couldn't stop kissing him.
They wheeled us into recovery where Daddy and Mimi soon joined us.
This is when he finally woke up.
Aren't those puffy eyes just the saddest?!
We had to hang out at the hospital for about 5 hours so Noah could be monitored. After about 30 minutes he was over it. It was gonna take more than his tonsils being removed to slow that kid's mouth. He was soon talking up a storm, being goofy and asking to play games on the iPhone.
The pain meds did a great job at keeping him pretty comfortable those first few days of recovery. As I slowly weened him off the meds I was really surprised at how well he was doing. The only time his throat gave him much trouble is when he yawned.
He never ceases to amaze me.
Take THAT, surgery!


