My little guy was the first of my kids to need a procedure done.
He had his adenoids out a few days ago, though we’ve been planning for this for a couple of months (delayed due to weather and pregnancy issues.)
Aside from his awful snoring, and possible sleep apnea, his speech and hearing was greatly affected by the 85% blockage his adenoids had caused. We’d been slowly preparing him for this day, calling it a procedure, and not a surgery. I don’t know why, that just sounded better to us. When we did use the word “surgery,” it was our daughters who freaked out, not him.
The night before we let him stay up to hydrate and snack. I think he outlasted daddy, who fell asleep on the couch at 10, Steven went to bed shortly after. The next morning, we let him stay in bed until we had to go, we didn’t want to have to worry about him asking for breakfast. But he didn’t, thankfully.
He brought his favorite puppy with him, and when we were checking in, they even gave puppy a wrist band. He hated having to put on the hospital pajamas, and when they said he couldn’t wear his underwear, just incase he had an accident, he asked if he had to wear a baby diaper (so cute).
The nurses all adored him. Anytime someone new came in the room, they’d ask “Can you tell me you’re whole name?” and all giggled when he did… something about the way he said “The Third” I think. The anesthesiologist came in to talk with us, again, he was quite impressed with how thorough the answers to his questions Steven gave him.
The anesthesiologist gave me some advice regarding the baby… he could see I was having contractions. When I told him I was only 31 weeks he explained why the steroid shots are good, and that if I can make it past at least 32 weeks, baby will be perfectly fine. He filled it with a lot of technical stuff, which I tried to look like I was listening to, but I was here for Steven today.
Steven started to freak out a bit after all the nurses left, and then he heard “Dr. Duck.” Dr. Merrill was absolutely fabulous, and made Steven feel so much better. And me, for that matter. I hated saying goodbye to my guy, but I knew he was in good hands.
And quick hands too. The procedure was done in less than 20 minutes. I was so anxious to see him. I guess when it was over and they stopped the anesthesia, he woke up and freaked out. So they gave him more “giggle gas” to calm him down.
When they brought me to him, he looked so sad. The nurses were trying to feed him a mashed up popsicle, but he didn’t want it. He just wanted to go home. And he was mad that there was no TV – the nurses told him in pre-op that he could watch TV.
He got sick as he was being wheeled out to the car, which I was afraid of. But also kinda glad it didn’t happen in the car.
He just relaxed and watched cartoons for a few hours, we both napped for a bit (stressful day for a pregnant mom). When he woke up, with the exception of a raspy voice, he was almost normal. I took the advice of friends and programmed his Tylenol/Motrin doses for every 3 hours, on the dot, and that seemed to keep any pain away. He wasn’t 100%, but was playing with his toys, and looking at books and moving around just fine.
Two days later, not so much. I really wanted to take my daughters to their JBQ tournament (Thank you Dillingham Family!), but due to my condition and Steven, hubby wouldn’t let me take the almost 4 hour drive. Which, as much as I hated it, ended up being a good thing. Poor guy did not have a good morning, and refused to get out of bed for several hours. I kept up with his meds, but it took a while to get him up and going.
Now, therapy foods: Room temperature definitely worked best for him. I had purchased PediaSure, pudding and Jell-o, as well as Go-Gurts and Ice-Pops. He really only wanted the pudding, Jell-o and PediaSure. Oh, and my Shakes from New-Trition (though I made him his own at home without ice). He really wanted a grilled cheese sandwich, but I was told not to let him eat until day 4 or 5. He didn’t like that so much.
We went in to this procedure knowing that his adenoids were huge, and that was affecting the number, and severity, of his ear infections, which in turn affected hearing and speech. Within the first day, we noticed improvements. The first time I heard him say “Samantha” and not “Saman-ta” I almost cried.
Thanks again to Dr. Merrill for taking such amazing care of my son.