We are a week and one day post op. I wanted to jot somethings down so I do not forget how miserable it's been. I don't want to look back 20 years from now when my grand kids are getting their tonsils out and I am telling their parents that is was "not that bad". I'm not complaining either. Just remembering out loud.
Where did my Graden go? You know? My sweet 3 year old? The toe head? The knock knock joke teller? The hold my hand at night and go over his list of people who love him? Where is my Robot boy? It took us a week of pure HELL to figure out that that sweet boys does NOT like Codeine. Instead that funny little boy was turned into the spawn of the you know who. He is volatile, angry, combative, mean, emotional, terrorizing, and not my boy. I finally broke down and told my big sister about it. Call the doctor she said. Duh. I guess kids react different to pain meds. Some like it, some don't. I did not want to wake up the other morning. I was so scared of him. We switched his meds and is about 75% back to normal. I thought Jason and I were going to lose our minds. I think we did, a bit.
As for the overall moral of our house? Well, let's just say it stinks. Literally. I was ill prepared for the breath of my kids. It smells like an obese cat has died under our house. Or like our house is a giant porta potty. NOTHING HELPS. Salt water rinse, sun flower seeds, brushing.....you gag when you enter a room they are in. It reminds me of a patient we had at Cherry Lane Dental. He had is wisdom teeth taken out and at his 2 week post op came in with a HUGE Mnt. Dew. When we had him lie back it only took a second to realize that he had NOT BRUSHED for the 2 weeks. I had never seen the Doctor that mad before. It was horrific. The plaque, the smell. Ugh. Painful memory. At least this is not voluntary on my kids part. I only pray it is gone before school starts on Monday. I don't want them to be the "stinky breath kid". You know who I am talking about.
I have almost lost my mind a thousand times. This was much harder that I expected. I am so glad we are almost done. I would not have changed doing all 3 at once. But I would have better mentally prepared myself better for not leaving the house in over a week. Or that they were going to cry on an hourly basis.
As I said my prayers one night, asking Heavenly Father to please give me the strength to take of my kids....I stopped mid sentence. I then changed my prayer to thanking him for this opportunity to take care of HIS children. It made all the difference.
Ps. Burke needs a haircut. #8. Big surprise :)