So, yesterday was the day that MG got her tonsils and adenoids removed. We left the house just after 7:00 am, and I realized that we needed gas. That can be helpful to get places. So, after that, we got to the surgery center at about 7:45 am. It was really nice. Lots of places to sit and play and watch movies. We waited about 30 minutes or so, then were called back to the next waiting area.
There, MG got her weight and temperature and got to pick out a movie. Wallace and Grommit and rabbits. Anyway, she got on the little rolley bed, and they gave her some medicine to calm her (which is what caused the cute little boy across the hall to giggle forever!) and a warm blanket. They get to bring a lovey, so she had her beloved Pooh Bear clutched tightly!
The doctor came to see us, then the nurse and the anesthesiologist, then not too long after that they wheeled her away.
Yes, I realize it's not a crazy surgery, and it really only took about 10 minutes, but still. To watch your precious baby wheeled away to have things taken out of her is a little scary!
I was put in a tiny little waiting room, and called my mom to pass the time. Then about 15 minutes later the doctor came in and said everything went great and gave me a stack of prescriptions. Then he left and I waited some more. Soon, I kept hearing the nurse saying MG's name over and over and I could hear her crying (you know the sound of your baby's cry!) and that's when I got anxious. She needed her mommy! I guess they were calming her down as she was coming out of her sleep.
FINALLY, the nurse opened the door and we went to the recovery area. There were a lot of kids there! So many, in fact, that we got to go to one of the private "extended recovery" rooms. My poor baby was so uncomfortable and her head hurt really bad. They brought her some medicine and a Popsicle and a Gatorade. She finally calmed down and we eventually got to go home.
She's doing ok now. Really sluggish, but the constant influx of drugs are helping the pain a lot. She did throw up last night before bed, but I think she still had the sleepy drugs in her system and then ate too much. She'll be out of school for a week, then on no activity for another week, but she's a brave girl!
Now, to heal and breathe!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
More Conversations
So, MG and I went to the store to stock up on surgery goodies. Being the wonderful mom I am, I let her get a mini Rainbow Sherbet for her brother.
I came home and was telling my sister about the gingerbread mix and other delicious things I had gotten for the grown-ups, and MB was sitting there.
Then I said, "And we got a little sherbet for [MB]."
He was staring at the TV on which my sister was playing a Wii game.
A few beats later he replied, "Sure but what?"
Silence.
Laughter.
Then his eyes lit up. "You mean ice cream?"
Heads shaking in hilarity.
"Oh, so I can have it for in case my tonsils get big and they need to go small again."
I love my son. He brightens my day.
I came home and was telling my sister about the gingerbread mix and other delicious things I had gotten for the grown-ups, and MB was sitting there.
Then I said, "And we got a little sherbet for [MB]."
He was staring at the TV on which my sister was playing a Wii game.
A few beats later he replied, "Sure but what?"
Silence.
Laughter.
Then his eyes lit up. "You mean ice cream?"
Heads shaking in hilarity.
"Oh, so I can have it for in case my tonsils get big and they need to go small again."
I love my son. He brightens my day.
Going Under..
MG is getting her tonsils and adenoids out tomorrow. The ENT said they couldn't rate her tonsils any higher because they are SO GINORMOUS. (He didn't say ginormous, but I think he would have if he was slightly cooler.)
So, we are going to the store tonight so she can pick out her ice cream and Gatorade and soup. I'm hoping for a quick recovery, but she's never had surgery before, so you never know. I had one friend tell me her son was running around and singing and stuff the same day. And another friend told me it took her daughter two weeks to recover. So, we'll see.
I'd post a picture of her adenoids, but that might gross you out. So, I'll just give an update tomorrow.
So, we are going to the store tonight so she can pick out her ice cream and Gatorade and soup. I'm hoping for a quick recovery, but she's never had surgery before, so you never know. I had one friend tell me her son was running around and singing and stuff the same day. And another friend told me it took her daughter two weeks to recover. So, we'll see.
I'd post a picture of her adenoids, but that might gross you out. So, I'll just give an update tomorrow.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Today's Conversation
I actually had nothing to blog about today. But then Jesus blessed me with this wonderful conversation with my son.
It all starts with him leaping around in circles in the shower. When he was done, I pulled back the curtain and he told me that he was SO dizzy. ("When you hear my feet doing that, that means that I'm dizzy.") His head was bobbing quite close to the porcelain soap holder, so I informed him that he needs to not leap around in the bathtub because he could hit his head and then we'd have to go to the emergency room. I wish I could recall word for word, but this is close. And we enter the conversation:
"Do you want to go to the emergency room?"
"No."
{Pause}
"What's the emergency room?"
"It's the place at the hospital you go when you get hurt and have an emergency."
{Pause}
"So, it's a hospital for emergencies?"
"It's at the hospital. It's the part of the hospital you go when you need help right away."
"Oh, it's a hospital room. Hospitals have the rooms where you get the babies and stuff. And there are other rooms where you go when you get really, really hurt. Actually, they have four kinds of rooms. There’s rooms where you go when you get hurt by a car. And there’s rooms where you go when you get hurt on your bike. Like, really, really hurt. Well, actually, that’s the car room. And then the next one, that’s the fourth one is, um. Well, the one that you should never, ever do. You should never, ever jump out of a car.
It all starts with him leaping around in circles in the shower. When he was done, I pulled back the curtain and he told me that he was SO dizzy. ("When you hear my feet doing that, that means that I'm dizzy.") His head was bobbing quite close to the porcelain soap holder, so I informed him that he needs to not leap around in the bathtub because he could hit his head and then we'd have to go to the emergency room. I wish I could recall word for word, but this is close. And we enter the conversation:
"Do you want to go to the emergency room?"
"No."
{Pause}
"What's the emergency room?"
"It's the place at the hospital you go when you get hurt and have an emergency."
{Pause}
"So, it's a hospital for emergencies?"
"It's at the hospital. It's the part of the hospital you go when you need help right away."
"Oh, it's a hospital room. Hospitals have the rooms where you get the babies and stuff. And there are other rooms where you go when you get really, really hurt. Actually, they have four kinds of rooms. There’s rooms where you go when you get hurt by a car. And there’s rooms where you go when you get hurt on your bike. Like, really, really hurt. Well, actually, that’s the car room. And then the next one, that’s the fourth one is, um. Well, the one that you should never, ever do. You should never, ever jump out of a car.
"That’s the fourth room?"
"No [giggle], but I was just saying that."
(At this point I paused the conversation to to type this before I forgot.)
And, I'm back.
"Did you figure out what the fourth room is?"
"Ya, it’s the one when you get stanged [stung]."
"When you get stung?"
"Ya, or there’s electrocuted."
And he laughed and was done.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Bad Beans and Raw Fish
If this post title doesn't suck you in, nothing will!
Bad Beans:
So, I was getting ready for church on Sunday morning. (We were going to the kids Baptism class so they could learn all about it!) At least I think this happened Sunday morning. I could be wrong.
Anyway, I guess my mom decided to clean out the fridge. Soon I hear the garbage disposal. Then I hear sounds of serious dry heaving. And then the sounds of my mom laughing hysterically. And more heaving. And more laughing. I go down to see what's up, naturally. It seems there was a container of refried beans in the fridge from who knows when. She'd asked my dad to get rid of it. I'm assuming it was gross. (My dad has an excellent gag reflex.) And she couldn't contain her laughter as he tried his very hardest to not throw up. He continued gagging as he marched out of the house with the garbage and declared that he'll take the garbage out for her any day, but he would not be the one to throw out old beans. I almost peed my pants from laughing so hard. (I can laugh, because I did the same thing cleaning out the drain one time. My son kept asking why I sounded like I was puking as he stood in the bathtub naked. The tub wouldn't drain for his 'quick bath'!)
Raw Fish: Not really a story. I just really like sushi and I got to eat some tonight and it was delicious.
Moral of this post? Don't leave refried beans in the fridge too long.
Bad Beans:
So, I was getting ready for church on Sunday morning. (We were going to the kids Baptism class so they could learn all about it!) At least I think this happened Sunday morning. I could be wrong.
Anyway, I guess my mom decided to clean out the fridge. Soon I hear the garbage disposal. Then I hear sounds of serious dry heaving. And then the sounds of my mom laughing hysterically. And more heaving. And more laughing. I go down to see what's up, naturally. It seems there was a container of refried beans in the fridge from who knows when. She'd asked my dad to get rid of it. I'm assuming it was gross. (My dad has an excellent gag reflex.) And she couldn't contain her laughter as he tried his very hardest to not throw up. He continued gagging as he marched out of the house with the garbage and declared that he'll take the garbage out for her any day, but he would not be the one to throw out old beans. I almost peed my pants from laughing so hard. (I can laugh, because I did the same thing cleaning out the drain one time. My son kept asking why I sounded like I was puking as he stood in the bathtub naked. The tub wouldn't drain for his 'quick bath'!)
Raw Fish: Not really a story. I just really like sushi and I got to eat some tonight and it was delicious.
Moral of this post? Don't leave refried beans in the fridge too long.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I Need a Vat of Acid
So, yesterday was great. No, really. Great in a totally non-sarcastic manner. For the first time in ages we had a real family day.
My dad made pancakes, bacon and eggs. That's right. BACON. And the other stuff was good, too. The kids and I ran to Target and picked up MG's costume. Batgirl is in the house! My dad REALLY wanted a croquet set. I don't know why, but he wanted one. Of course, Target is lame in their outdoor sporty department, so we head over to the unfortunately named, yet awesome, Dick's Sporting Goods Store. (I should get some shilling money today.) Luckily, after 10 minutes, we finally found a person who worked there who found the last set in a random spot.
Then, on to the park for fishing and frolicking. Did I mention in was perfect weather? SO pretty! I don't even really like The Nature, and I enjoyed it. Then home for lunch and croquet! Fun, actually. It's like an obstacle course in our yard. We really need some nice English Nobleman Estate lawnage for this game, but it kept it interesting.
BBQ for dinner, and more croquet, then a fire in the fire pit. Perfect.
Then I woke up this morning and my legs were on fire and I wanted to scratch my flesh off. My dad says that I look like I have crack-addict legs. Awesome. I want to dip my legs in a vat of acid to sear the flesh off. I hate mosquitoes. HATE THEM. So, crappy outcome, but great day.
My dad made pancakes, bacon and eggs. That's right. BACON. And the other stuff was good, too. The kids and I ran to Target and picked up MG's costume. Batgirl is in the house! My dad REALLY wanted a croquet set. I don't know why, but he wanted one. Of course, Target is lame in their outdoor sporty department, so we head over to the unfortunately named, yet awesome, Dick's Sporting Goods Store. (I should get some shilling money today.) Luckily, after 10 minutes, we finally found a person who worked there who found the last set in a random spot.
Then, on to the park for fishing and frolicking. Did I mention in was perfect weather? SO pretty! I don't even really like The Nature, and I enjoyed it. Then home for lunch and croquet! Fun, actually. It's like an obstacle course in our yard. We really need some nice English Nobleman Estate lawnage for this game, but it kept it interesting.
BBQ for dinner, and more croquet, then a fire in the fire pit. Perfect.
Then I woke up this morning and my legs were on fire and I wanted to scratch my flesh off. My dad says that I look like I have crack-addict legs. Awesome. I want to dip my legs in a vat of acid to sear the flesh off. I hate mosquitoes. HATE THEM. So, crappy outcome, but great day.
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