Tyler hasn't been able to hear properly since May. It's November. He's done being deaf and I'm done hearing "what?" after everything I say. The doctor recommended the adenoidectomy as well (as long as he's in there, might as well). I was more nervous than Tyler. We told him that he gets to stay home from school, eat jell-o, popsicles, pudding, and ice cream instead of real food, play video games, stay in his pajamas all day, and watch movies in his bed. What could be better than that?! We also explained that he wouldn't feel anything. They would give him some medicine that would make him fall asleep and when he woke up, it would be all done. That's the easy version. We decided not to tell him that he would feel like crap when he woke up. Here's our little guy waiting for his turn:
When the nurse came to take us to him, it was all I could do to walk calmly behind her. She said that our faces would be the first thing he saw when he woke up. Not true. I heard him coughing and crying while we were still walking down the hall. I wanted to push her aside and run to my little boy! But when we got there, he was still pretty out of it and disoriented. He had a sore throat from the breathing tube, but mostly just wanted to go home. The promise of popsicles and spiderman tattoos helped.
We dropped off his prescriptions and came home. He went in the house and I got his backpack out of the car. When I walked in the house I saw him dribbling his soccer ball all over the house. I think he's going to recover quite quickly.
Thank you all for your prayers and well wishes. It's much appreciated.