Going Under

Sammy survived his tonsillectomy Monday, and I survived the day that followed. I think I said this when Andi had hers out, but it was the longest day ever. We had to wake Sammy up at 5:15 to get to the surgery center, and he was surprisingly cheerful. I carried him out to the car thinking he'd stay asleep on the way over, but the moment we walked outside he was wide awake. "Mom, look at the stars! Lot's of stars!"  He chattered at us all the way there, and we played and read books in the waiting room. I felt like such a jerk because he had no idea what was coming. when we went back to do the vitals he started realizing something was up and got very quiet and pouty and wouldn't even play with Thad, he just sat in my lap holding his blanket. Oh the guilt. In recovery he was upset of course because he was in pain and didn't understand why,  but he was totally ticked about the IV in his hand. It was all I could do to keep him from ripping it out, and finally the nurse said if he would drink his sippy then she wouldn't make him finish the bag of fluids and she would take the IV out. So he downed the sippy and she took it out. There was a bit of a struggle when it came to taking it out and a very small amount of blood. Some of you might not know, but Thad is a needle wuss, and that was all it took for him to get all wobbly. So while I was gathering our things and trying to comfort Sammy, Thad was being taken care of by another nurse and drinking juice and "resting" in a chair till he was more stable. So then we were waiting on Thad to recover so we could leave. I think I'll bring different reinforcements next time I have to go in for something like this with one of the kids.
The whole day was rough. Sammy refuse to swallow anything, including his own spit. I'll be cleaning the couch cushions this weekend when he's back to normal. So I was a little worried because they tell you to make them drink all day to keep the throat moist and keep them hydrated. He wanted nothing to do with that. But he slept all night and drank a whole sippy first thing this morning, so he is much better today. We've still had to pump him full of pain meds, but at least he' drinking and eating pudding.
Andi has been very jealous the last two days and keeps saying she wishes she was Sammy. Sammy gets to eat in the front room and have pudding and milk shakes whenever. I told her she got to do this when she was his age and that pacified her a little.
The best part is Sammy's new little voice. His deep little husky voice is gone and is much higher pitched and almost baby-ish. We'll see where it settles when his throat is healed, but Andi's never went back to her old voice, so we'll see.