On Monday my sweet little Bug had his tonsils and adenoids taken out. He also had a tube removed from his right ear that was lodge in his ear canal. He was such a brave little man.
We arrived at the hospital at 7:45 am. After registration and check-in they gave him some medicine to help make him drowsy so that he would not have anxiety going back to the operating room. The medicine didn't work. He was fully conscious and aware when he was wheeled back on the bed. He was very nervous and apprehensive.
All went well with the surgery. The doctor indicated that his tonsils were big but the adenoids were huge. This was a good thing for him.
Unfortunately, after the surgery wasn't so great.
Bug woke up from the surgery just fine and not complaining of any pain. We moved him to an open area that was simply divided by curtains. After about an hour he was able to eat some slushy and a Popsicle. We had the IV taken out and were putting his clothes on when...up came the slushy, Popsicle and a bunch of blood.
He laid back down and took a little nap. Shortly he was vomiting blood again. By 2:00 pm and a few more vomiting episodes it was determined that we needed to put the IV back in so he could receive floods and anti-nausea medicine through it. Since he was asleep for the first IV he had no idea what to expect. Thank goodness for those wonderful individuals who have been working with children for so long and are able to make the process as quick as possible. It was over in a few seconds and he only felt a pinch like he does when he receives his immunizations.
To make a long story short, after three nurses and one very long day we were able to leave the hospital at 6:15 pm. Bug just kept saying that he wanted to go home and be with his dad. I felt so bad and did my best not to let him see my cry.
I think one of the most troublesome things about this experience besides the obvious concern I had for my son was the other patience in the room and their experiences.
One that was most upsetting to Bug was the little girl across from us. I am not sure what procedure she had done but she was only happy when her grandmother was holding her. When her grandmother felt it more important to go out for a "smoke" than to hold her granddaughter during this trying experience the sweet little one screamed the whole time she was gone. Her mother, who was holding her, was frustrated and kept telling this little girl to "shut up" and "calm down". Like she had any control over it.
Once again, the great staff at the hospital stepped it and tried to help in anyway possible. Bless them all!
Thank you to all of you marvelous people who work at Primary Children's Medical Center. Thank you for making the horrifying experiences for these children as unhorrifying as possible.
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