Yeah I get to have surgery today..........

Yeah I get to have surgery today..........This was my four year old this past Monday before he had surgery. He was so excited, he told everyone he had on his surgery pajamas and was bouncing off the walls in the pre-op room. He had no idea what he was in for. But what I don't understand is he remembers his brother having the exact surgery in July only two months prior and he knew that his older brother was hurting from the surgery and slept alot and stuff so I'm not sure where the excitement came from.

Well as he was acting like a ping pong ball in pre-op everyone said "oh he's so cute, he's so full of energy, he must be so much fun". Wait a minute, how does that statement end in "fun"? Energy does not equal fun when your talking about a four year old. Yeah energy is great when your at the park and he's playing or when your on a long walk or playing ball. Energy is not good when your in the store trying to shop or at the hospital waiting for an appointment!

So they took him back for his surgery (tonsils and adnoids taken out and tubes put in his ears) he was happy as a clam! Poor kiddo! So I expected him to be mad as a bull when he came out of surgery, but nope that wasn't the case at all. No crying in a haze as he came out of the anesthesia or anything. He just slept through it then when they tried to wake him he sat up looked at them and took a bite or popsicle and went back to sleep! They took him up to his room and he just slept and slept. The only complaint he had when he did wake up was that he wanted his IV out so after he ate a popsicle and drank some milk they took it out for him since he said his tummy felt fine. Then he puked all over and went back to sleep! Then he woke up and started playing with the buttons on the bed and ate two more popsicles and a cup of ice cream and watched cartoons.

He also figured out how to call the nurse. He did it several times and he and the male nurse had this little bond. My little guy would call down and then the nurse would say "what do you need little man" he would say "another popsicle please" and then ta-da one would appear......accompanied by his new walkie talkie friend of course.

Now my little guy is knocked out on the couch sad, sore and disappointed that surgery wasn't all the fun and glamour he expected! Poor little guy!