crystal tumblers make great vomit catchers

Yesterday morning N and I set out at 6:20am for his long awaited tonsillectomy (long awaited because we went through the whole referral process out West but had to lather, rise and repeat here because he didn’t get in for surgery before we moved. Turns out this province doesn’t accept out of province referrals.). By 7:20 we were settled into the kids day surgery wing of the hospital. N had a few minutes of sad tears after he changed into his hospital gown. I think the reality of it all hit him and he got a bit scared. Up until then he had been pretty gung ho about the whole thing because he was rather excited about the prospect of unlimited tv and ice cream! After a snuggle with Mom and a funny nurse telling him jokes, he calmed down.

To make a long story short, N was wheeled in for surgery around 8:15 AM (does it ever suck to hug your little love goodbye and watch him be taken for surgery, however minor it may be). It took exactly 4 minutes to perform the surgery! When the nurse woke him up, N smiled and said, “I just had a good nap. When is my surgery going to be?”. He remained cheerful throughout the rest of our time at the hospital. After several rounds of checking his vitals, many popsicles and a quick pee, they discharged him. By noon we were back at Oma and Poppa’s house (we had to stay there at the doctor’s request because they live a lot closer to the doctors office than we do).

N was such a trouper. He was so positive and tried to be brave, even when his throat started to hurt. Around 2 he suddenly got really grumpy. Nothing was helping to make him feel better. He got more and more foul until he suddenly barfed all over the chair he was sitting in. Oma was thrilled that he initiated her leather furniture but she still helped to clean up the puke and even did the laundry that came with it. Thanks Mom!

N pretty much slept and watched tv all afternoon. He was in fine spirits until supper time when he realized that he couldn’t have any of Oma’s shepherd’s pie. This brought on much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth followed by another round of the grumps. Eventually he settled on Daddy’s lap for a hug. As his mood continued to darken, I was about to suggest to T that he keep the barf bucket handy when N suddenly started throwing up again. T was sipping some scotch out of a crystal tumbler at the time and he instinctively held it up to N’s mouth to catch the puke! I think that was the first time my parent’s crystal was used as a vomit catcher!

Today N is in fine form. We’ve actually had to slow him down so he doesn’t over do it. He’s starting to eat soft food like jello and drinkable yogurt. This morning he had a little bawl fest because he couldn’t eat a cheese bagel for breakfast. Eventually he settled for a banana milkshake and a rain check on his favourite foods. He has quite the menu planned out for the first day he can eat real food! Oh my little food connoisseur!

One thing I have learned thought this is that 3 kids can feel like 10! I don’t think we would have gotten through yesterday so smoothly without my parent’s help. My Mom fed us all day and my Dad helped by holding one kid or the other when he was home. Even so, it was a challenge with N feeling sick, G wanting attention and J doing his usual broken bowel screaming routine. My head is aching today. Can’t wait for bed tonight!

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