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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Surgery Day

Wesley had his tonsils and adenoids removed on Thursday morning. We weren't really sure what to expect but it went better that we thought it would. We got there and they needed to check his blood pressure, oxygen level, listen to his heart, etc. He cried and kicked through all of that and I knew that we were in trouble.....I figured they would have to wrestle him away from me kicking and screaming all the way to the operating room. Then the anesthesiologist came in and offered him a ride in his wagon and wisked him away tear free...I breathed a sigh of relief. The surgery itself only took about a half an hour and about 30 minutes after that we got to go sit with him in a recovery room for another 2.5 hours. All in all not too bad..... Wesley and Mommy waiting to be taken back and checked in.
This was Wes right after surgery. We came into his recovery room to him sitting on a nurses lap just crying and clutching onto his stuffed puppy, which he has named dog. (How original.) He was so upset....I felt pretty bad for him.

He had to have an IV in until just before we left, in case he needed fluids or something to help with nausea. Luckily there was no throwing up, just a bit of crying. He would not relax and go to sleep, and EVERY time he caught sight of his wrapped foot he would just start crying all over again. Needless to say we kept his foot covered with the blanket as much as we could. He cried pretty good too when they unwrapped it and took the IV out. They put some gauze on it and wrapped it up again and told us we could take it off when we got home. Wesley told me we had to leave it on. (I think he was afraid it would hurt to take it off.) And since he had a bandage on his foot he obviously couldn't walk anywhere. Silly boy.

This is us about 30 minutes before we left the surgical center. Yeah I know I look lovely in the glasses, but Wes had pink eye earlier in the month and shared it with Mommy and Petie. That meant no glasses for me for a few days, hurray. Anyway....I love the look on his face in this picture...it just says it all.

Wes about 5 hours after being home from surgery. If you noticed he had to get dressed, he could not stay in his jammies. He also got to have some pudding and right after he finished that he told me he needed some lunch.

Later Grandma and Papa Wellwell came to visit and bring him some prizes. (I accidentally erased some pictures while blogging and am too lazy to put them back.) They brought him a rose and a Joker action figure so that his Batman has a villain to fight with.


This was Wesley the day after surgery....he does just fine. In fact that very same night he was donning his Batman cape and jumping off the stairs, thanks to his medication for giving that extra energy boost. The only real time we have any problems with him hurting is during the night when he goes to long w/out having his pain meds.....that has been a problem once or twice but whaddya do? I'm glad that this whole ordeal is almost behind us...although it is kinda creepy that he is soooo quiet now when he sleeps. Soon we'll be pain free and we can resume our normal crazy schedule.....then its off to "walk with the dinosaurs" on Friday. I can't wait!

4 comments:

Bear River Photographic Society said...

that walk with the dinosaurs looks like it would really be good and interesting for kids. I told my kids that to bad i don't have any grandkids to take to it. have a great time there.

Nisa and Colby said...

I'm so glad things went well. That would be scary for a little kid, but it looks like he was pampered well! Have fun at the dinosaur show!

Jackie said...

Just wanted to say HI! Looks like your staying busy with all the mommy moments. Glad to hear his surgery went well. I love that last picture of you two.

Cameron's Corner said...

What a coincidence. Tyton had his out almost the exact same time... for different reasons I think.

Tyton was the same way. He was miserable in the morning until his Lortab could sink in... then we couldn't keep him laying down.

I thought it was super mean that he couldn't have breakfast or lunch. I wanted to punch someone in the face.