James and his tonsils
James has had a long struggle with tonsils that were too big for his throat. Since he was a toddler he's breathed very heavily when he slept, snoring loud and often waking up several times a night. A springtime trip to an ear nose throat specialist revealed that his tonsils needed to come out -- pretty unusual these days, though totally routine surgery.
Anyway, yesterday was the day. James went into the hospital at 7:00 AM, went into the OR at about 9:30 and by 11:00 was waking up from the procedure. It took us most of the afternoon to convince him to drink enough fluid to convince the nursing staff to discharge him, but he finally, begrudgingly did.
He's doing well -- no sign of fever, but he's very, very uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk. He's also eating very little and drinking very little, which the nurses told us is to be expected. Still, we've stocked the house with all the things he asked for prior to the procedure -- ice cream, popsicles, jell-o, kool-aid and the like. So when he's ready, there will be plenty for him to get down his throat.
He's not totally out of it, though -- he's got a good sense of humor, still, and has smiled at funny jokes and even chuckled a bit (though it hurts his throat to do it).
It's weird having James around without hearing his steady stream of chatter. Of my three kids James is easily the most talkative, so to all of a sudden have him here but not talking is a real cultural shift. Of course, I know it's only temporary, and that's a good thing.