So, Sam's surgery went great on Monday, all things considered. He was a little nervous to begin with, but I was allowed with him in the surgery room until he went to sleep (along with his trusty pal Mud Bud- who got his tonsils out too, as far as Sam knows). The surgery was over in about 30 minutes and we were allowed to see him 5 minutes later.
The first thing he said to us was "when are they going to take out my tonsils?" He didn't even realize it was over. Then he snuggled up on my lap and went back to sleep. The only thing that bothered him was the iv in his hand. He slept for about an hour and a half until he stirred when the ice machine woke him up. He was fine when he woke up and wanted to try every flavor of popsicles, per doctor order. He had two green and one blue when suddenly it was like we were in the recovery room of horrors. Supposedly, the older you get, the harder it is on you. Across from us was a teenage girl who couldn't stop puking. Then they wheeled in a teenage boy. He was quiet for a bit, then he just started screaming, "MY THROAT HURTS!" It was about that time, that Sam said "I'm ready to go home!" The nurse said he was the cutest patient ever, and she'd like to take him home with her, but we wouldn't let her.
Since then he's been convalescing. Day one was the easiest, it's hurt gradually more each day. Day one he was starving. He ate about 4-5 yogurt sticks, a vanilla frosty, and some jello. Day two he was already tired of the soft food and begging for rice krispie treats, etc. He settled for a pancake, more yogurt, another frosty, and some marshmallows. He is drinking more water, which is a relief.
Day three, today, he is feeling the worst. I can't get him to eat anything, but he is drinking water, so I guess that's what is most important. Hopefully he'll eat something in a bit. From what I read, day three and four are the worst, and then it starts to improve. I hope that holds true for Sam!
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