Brave Boy

Today Max had tubes put in his ears. Yes, I know, this is the simplest procedure a child can have and it's supposed to help him feel better. However, that didn't help make me any less nervous or worried. I worry about the .001% chance of what bad thing can happen. That's what I do. So it made today so very hard. I managed to hide my crying from Max, I think. But I definitely wasn't able to hold back the tears. (Of which, apparently, confuse my husband?) Keep in mind, I'm also 8 months pregnant right now too.

Max was the brave one. He only cried when waking up, when he was alone without Mommy and Daddy. (Which I think it so stupid.) When he went back into the OR, he held spots tightly and Daddy carried him. As I watched, I felt it was harder watching them go, then actually walking in myself when I have had the babies (which is very very hard on me.)

David said he struggled a bit going to sleep and that he felt his heart racing. I felt so bad for my little man. I just couldn't help by cry. Dr. Yoon was right, it took 10 minutes and he was telling us it went well. I just needed to see my Max.

When the nurse finally let us go back to him, he was so confused. He had his little red cheeks and was holding spots tightly and fighting the nurse. He wanted Mommy. When I got him in my arms I was so upset, I couldn't even sing his songs he wanted. I tried. We snuggled a few minutes and then he needed Daddy. So he held Daddy tight, meanwhile fussing and crying. He felt rotten. Anesthesia is rotten and it makes you feel rotten. I wanted to just have everyone else go away and give me some time to hold him and rock him back to sleep, but they said we should just go and take him home. (That was a mistake.)

We started our trip home and Max got sick on the way. I stopped in a parking lot to clean him up as best as I could. He was unhappy about everything, which I can understand. I was 8 months pregnant squeezing into the back of a mini-van between the seats trying to keep him warm, change him, clean up everything, and get us back home. It was a struggle to say the least. We finally left, Max tried to rest but couldn't sleep. He was patient while we got his medicine for his ears and finally made it home about 2 hours after the procedure.

Once home, he was happier and more relaxed, but you could see the effects of the anesthesia slowly wearing away.  As the day progressed, his biggest complaint was ear pain when the ear drops went in. Otherwise, he ate and drank well and enjoyed playing in the house with Ellie most of the day. At bedtime, he appeared back to normal.

As I watched Max throughout the day today, I think I gave him about five times as many kisses and hugs as normal. I was so thankful that there were no crazy side effects and this day was over.

I spent the evening dissecting and attempting to clean puke from all crevices of the car seat, which was frustrating. However, my little man is finally asleep in his bed upstairs and I'm so grateful for that! I basically think Max was braver then me today!