For the love of God. That's all I have to say about the tonsillectomy. Sweet...sweet...Jesus have mercy. I told one of our best friends who is an ENT Dr. that there should seriously be a support group for parents whose children have had their tonsils removed on the same day. Liquor, buy lots of liquor. Make sure Mike is around (for Aden's safety). Andrew is hands down the WORST patient in my house and I was ready to give up. You know how you forget how bad childbirth is? (Which is why you have more) Let's just say that the horror of that experience will never leave me. Never. When they tell you that it will be horrible for 10 full days, they are NOT exaggerating. Oh, and for your information, the day of the surgery is NOT day #1. Oh no, that day doesn't count. I didn't find that out until what I thought was day 9. So then I really was only on day 8. Ya know how when your husband says he'll be home at 5 and when he walks in a half hour late you're ready to rip his testicles off because you were mentally done caring for the crumbsnatching little ankle biters at 4:55 and hung on for dear life for 5 more minutes knowing he would be there to relieve you... Ya, well try adding on another day of living hell with the whiniest, cryingest, little person who three days ago sucked the last drop of sympathy that you could muster up as a good mother only to find out you have to tack on another day. So, no, it wasn't good.
However, on day 11 he was miraculously improved and has since escaped illness that the rest of our family has endured. He also sleeps better, eats better and has gained weight.
Unfortunately, those two sentences completely embrace the pros and the previous 30 sentences don't even come close to embracing the horror. Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Only if I could hire and in-home nurse to care for them. I'm over it. - Alisha
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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