DUDE.... Where's my tonsils?

We went in on Monday with tonsils and Adenoids and came home yesterday missing body parts... (tonsils and adenoids I mean.)

I am sure you are all keen to know how I got on....

"BRILLIANTLY".

Now I am not just tootin' my own horn here.... I have amazing children, I really do.

However it is also not something that I am saying, definitely do. It had it ups and downs. There were moments throughout the day where I was an emotional basket-case, I haven't slept in two days and with the worst apparently still to come. But everything I had concerns about especially with my youngest just NEVER eventuated.

No relapse, no loss of speech, no seizure activity.... it has all been incredibly smooth post operative so far. We are only on day 3 and I have been told by many, the hardest time is when the throat begins to crust up during the healing process - but at the moment, we can deal with that.  Goodness.... we can deal with ANYTHING!

My youngest has coped incredibly well during the whole scary saga. He seemed fine going to the hospital at 6.30am Monday morning, in absolutely freezing weather (for Queensland anyway) and was not too intimidated by the various new faces coming in to see us, poking and prodding his little body.  Every time this did occur, whether it was a nurse, specialist or doctor, he would look up at them with a curious face, saying... "I'm so sorry..."  obviously sensing something was going to happen. The staff.... all found this adorable, however I knew my son was troubled by the settings around us. Remember, I had no way of alerting or explaining to him what we were doing there or why he was in hospital. There was no preparation for him as to what was going to happen.  Can you even for a minute try to identify with that feeling?  

For a mother, it is  the most agonizing thing... not to be able to communicate to her child.

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