On our way down from Santa Fe the sunrise was gorgeous. It was rainy and misty and there was a big double rainbow arching over the road. It was enought to make me glad we had to get up so early.
Also, the first thing that happened when we got of out of the car at the hospital was that Kris saw a nurse he used to work with at the surgery center in Santa Fe. The surgery center closed a few months ago which was very sad, but turns out that a bunch of the nursing staff went down to this hospital in Albuquerque and got jobs. So most of the people that worked with us had worked with Kris at one time or another. And we were well taken care of. The post-op nurse was especially sweet and gentle with Max. It all combined to make me feel very comforted and made the whole situation much less stressful than it could've been.
The fact that we left Sandy home with our babysitter also helped a lot.
Max did well coming out of anesthesia, but I did feel bad for him. I remember that feeling and it's just kind of creepy. The doctor gave him a cute little fuzzy monkey before surgery, and when he woke up the monkey was the first thing he asked for.
He also did well on the way home, and was delighted to put together the lego set I got him as a reward for making it through. He also put together Sandy's (because of course I had to get something for Sandy too.)
In fact, his energy was way up the whole rest of the day and he seemed really good, almost just normal--Kris and I were waiting for the crash but it never came that day.
(Sorry Sand for posting the doofy picture) Sandy had a great time with the sitter and was very happy and content when we got home.
Max snuggling a humongous alligator that Kris got "for the office." I have a feeling it's going to be a premenant resident along with it's twin brother whom Sandy is currently sleeping with. Oy.
And of course Lucy needs a minute in this post--she wore her fox PJs to bed that night and was happy to do it.
And happy to spit and kick as much as possible. In fact I couldn't get a picture of her feet where they were both in focus because she was kicking like crazy.
It was the next morning that the crash came. Kris was gone early for a Young Men's fund raiser, and I had both Sandy and Lucy in my bedroom pretty early. I was thinking that Max must've been still asleep and he must've been getting such great rest! I finally went out to check on him and found him sitting in the living room watching a show and crying because his throat hurt. Obviously I got him some pain meds and all improved. Silly kid.
He's doing well today and I think given a couple more days he'll be back to his old self.
We're so glad to have this over with and behind us! We've gotten some pretty big stuff done or started this summer, and this is not the least of those. Just blow Max a kiss from wherever you are and it'll help him feel better.
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Kev and I got our tonsils out when I was about eight or ten. The big treat was we got to sleep in the pull out bed/couch in the living room. THat was a huge deal because you could watch the TV from the bed. You had to be super sick to do that. I think it was so Mom could actually reach us to take care of us, rather than trying to manage the bunk beds. And we both got dipping birds. Also a huge thing, since my parents weren't big on A) spending money or B) buying us wonderful weird toys. (No giant alligators in my past, whatsoever.) The dipping birds were these ostrich things that were about nine inches tall, wearing top hats, jointed in the middle. You put them in front of a tumbler sized glass full of water, pushed their beaks down till they were "drinking" then let go - and they just kept nodding and dipping and coming back up for hours like magic. Obviously, they made a huge impression. And there were the popsicles - which were almost worth it. We never had that procedure done on you kids for a couple of reasons - it was in disfavor for one thing, being a fairly delicate operation that can go terribly wrong, and it cost a lot. But you did get popsicles. No dipping birds - I don't think anyone makes them anymore. Too low tech. No legos involved.
All the best to Max. Brave kid
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