"Surgerized"

After 5 rounds of antibiotics to combat ear infections over the last 2 months, Brendan had tubes put in today. It has been a rough day, not because of the surgery itself, but because Brendan woke at 2:30 this morning, wanting a bottle and couldn't have one. He could have water up until 3:00, but that didn't satisfy him and he wimpered and wailed until 4:00 when I figured if I couldn't feed him, I could at least love him and got him and cuddled him in bed with me. He wasn't comforted to sleep, however, and he AND I were awake until we left for the sugery center at 6:00. He was acting fairly well... mostly like his cute and cheerful self, up until about 10 minutes before they took him back for the surgery. Hunger and exhaustion got the best of him, I guess. He just laid down on the blanket we were playing on on the floor and screamed, unless of course I used that timeless trick of holding and pacing the room.

And even pacing didn't work 100%

After they took him for the surgery, I gathered my stuff and went back to the waiting room. Before I had finished a page of my book, the surgeon was back to give me my post-op instructions, I was taken back to Brendan, where I gave him a bottle (he was starving, but sadly, I think he was too exhausted to actually enjoy eating -- not to mention that its only formula and how enjoyable can that be anyway?) and we were out of there a mere 40 minutes after the surgery was scheduled to begin. We both had a good nap when we got home and he has been back to normal ever since! All in all, a superior surgery experience.









