This face about says it all. The poor little guy asked questions the entire 30 minute drive to the surgery center, but did not cry at all. However, as soon as we hit the reception desk, the big crocodile tears started flowing. Big, silent tears, thank goodness. Here he is getting dressed for surgery.
Oops. Apparently EMT training did not prepare daddy for putting on a surgery gown. Let's try this the other way.
He is not completely convinced that reading a book will make everything all better, but dinosaurs do help a tiny bit.
And then something magical happened. The nurse anesthetist came in and talked to us and soon he was telling her how "Whoop! My tonsils are going to pop out!" Oh, how I WISH I would have a picture of him skipping down the hall with the nurse for surgery prep.
If only he would have come skipping out of surgery. He looks so peaceful, but don't let him fool ya.
Imagine lots of crying and moaning and tag-team parenting. Followed by zombie-like sleep. Ahhhhhh....drugs.
And finally -- home. This is his new favorite spot, propped up in bed with lots of pillows, hours of movies, and armed with popsicles.
1 comment:
Oh my goodness! Those big tears and sad little face! I would have totally lost it!
Here's hoping he perks up soon!
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