Right at four years ago, Angel Baby got her tonsils and adenoids out. Her surgery was on the Friday before spring break, and she had the entire spring break to recover, going to school when spring break was over. I remember she did very well with the surgery, though she was tired and sore for the first few days, barely wanting to eat or drink anything. We waited on her hand and foot the first few days, and she took advantage of every opportunity for us to spoil her. We had to coax her to eat anything, and there were times when I had to spoon fluids into her just to keep her hydrated because she didn't want to swallow. All in all, though, she did really well compared to the stories we'd heard of our friends' kids and their recoveries from having their tonsils and adenoids out.
Yesterday, Little Man had his tonsils and adenoids out. He also had a tongue tie and upper lip tie that had to be clipped while he was in surgery. I cannot believe how well he did with the whole thing!
Little Man had to miss breakfast yesterday. His surgery was scheduled for noon, so I was very concerned about how he would handle not eating for so long. He was a little upset about it at first, but when we got to the surgery center, he forgot all about it. There were new toys to play with, and he was very interested in checking them all out. When we got called into our pre-op room, he laughed and played with the basketball hoop and a small basketball that were in his room, having me play with him. He didn't have the least bit of apprehension, and he even laid down without a fuss on the operating table while I held his hand until he was asleep (I didn't get to do that with Angel Baby, and I really think it helped me to feel a lot better about the situation than I did when it was Angel Baby). The whole procedure went very well, and he was a trooper through the whole thing. We got stuck in traffic on the way home, detouring around three closed roads and waiting for a train, so we didn't get home until two hours past time for his next dose of pain medicine (and his medicine was on the counter at home), and he didn't even make a single complaint about hurting. I was amazed!
I was expecting Little Man to be more like Angel Baby, not wanting to eat or drink much when we got home. Instead, he demanded the breakfast he missed, despite the fact that it was after 5pm at that point. He gobbled down three scrambled eggs (cooled down so the heat would not burn his throat). An hour later, he demanded lunch. The only thing he wanted, despite the fact that it wasn't as soft as I'd had planned for him to eat, was a peanut butter sandwich. After that, he wanted chocolate pudding. A little later, he wanted a marshmallow Peep that his Grammy had bought for him. I was concerned about the sugar being too scratchy, but he sucked on it and let it melt so it wouldn't be so scratchy. On top of all the food, he drank plenty of apple juice and water (the boy loves water!).
Today has not been much different. He has only made a few small complaints, mainly about it hurting to swallow. He hasn't been at all fussy. In fact, he has been practically bouncing off the walls! I'm having to fuss at him a lot, telling him of the need to settle down. He's supposed to stay calm - no running, jumping, climbing, etc - for almost two weeks. With all his attempts at jumping and running so far, this is going to be a long two weeks.
I am so proud of Little Man for doing so well!