First of all, I’m happy to report that Mason’s ear tube surgery was a success! Sooo glad that’s over.
His surgery time was 8:30 AM, so of course we had to be there an ungodly amount of time before that: 6:45. Aka painfully early for everyone, and a difficult way to go into what was already going to be a traumatic morning.
By 7:30, we were camped out in pre-op and he was given a big fat dose of Happy Juice. He kept looking up at me with his glazed eyes and little grin, giggling at nothing and looking completely tripped out. It was HILARIOUS.
The hospital gave him that little bear, and he was ok with it at first, but once he realized what we were there to do, he started associating the bear with Bad Things. Later, when we got home, that poor bear got repeatedly chucked down staircases and drop-kicked all over the house.
By the time they were ready for surgery, the Juice was starting to wear off and Mase was sensing Bad Things incoming. They carried him into the OR screaming and staring at me through the doors in a wild panic–just what every mom wants to see. It sucked.
I fought the tears and tried to distract myself by bolting for the cafe to get Brent and I some breakfast. We split a yogurt parfait and a doughnut in the pre-op waiting area, and I felt totally guilty about it the whole time, knowing there were probably some people in there who weren’t allowed to eat breakfast and were fantasizing about punching me in the face.
A few minutes later (I think the procedure took 15 minutes total), the anesthesiologist showed up to take us back to post-op. Mason was groggy, out of it, and PISSED OFF. Poor kid. I carried him around the room, trying to calm him down, while the doctor said something about sucking thick mucus out of his ears and then something about ear drops and follow-up. Maybe he could have given us that report in the waiting room?
Anyway, after a good 10 minutes of complaining (the nice mom word for screaming), Mase settled down and fell asleep in my arms.
We thought that would be the end of the bad stuff–but then the puking started. I’m not surprised that his poor sensitive GI tract wasn’t a fan of the anesthesia. When he puked the first time, the nurse said, “It’s usually just once. I doubt it’ll happen again.” When he puked the second time (ALLLL over Brent and the clothes I’d JUST put on him), she said “I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
Well, surprise! He did it again.
We were still able to go home, despite the volcanic activity. After waiting for an hour, I offered him a little bit of water again, and he was finally able to keep it down, along with a light lunch. I kept him up just long enough to make sure of that, and then finally got him down for a nap around 1:30. He slept until 5.
Which worked out perfectly, since I was banking on being able to work from home in the afternoon. When he woke up, he was more or less back to his old self, and didn’t seem too traumatized (except when he laid eyes on that bear and felt the impulse to ruthlessly attack it).
So that’s our ear tube story! So far. I’m eager to see what (if anything) the procedure will do for his speech, and maybe even his balance. (He’s always been pretty hesitant/conservative about climbing on things and I wondered if that had anything to do with compromised balance.)
In other news, I recently started a list in Gmail of recipes that I stumble across and want to remember to make. Kinda like Pinterest, but, you know, more urgent? Surprise surprise: it’s already starting to implode, just like my Pinterest boards too. Sighhhh.
How does anyone get themselves to actually make all the things they intend to make? I’m at a loss.
Here are just a handful of the things on my new list:
Slow roasted caprese tomatoes and black pepper pasta (I’ve actually made this before and it was AMAZING–I just remembered that it existed)
I’ve also jotted down a couple articles/blog posts that I’ve enjoyed reading, in case you don’t already have enough of those in your life.
Things to read:
Daily first world struggles for a white girl – haha RIGHT?
Question of the Day: Seriously, how do you actually follow through on good recipe intentions? Tips welcome.
Have a great day!