Being completely ridiculous
I have been a bad blogger lately. I originally started blogging as a way to keep my out-of-town family and friends in the loop about the happenings in my family, which is great if I actually take the time to write something. And there are TONS of things to write about lately, so I will try to be better about making time to blog.
First and foremost, the girl has tubes. Her ENT doctor said she definitely needed them and wanted to work us in as soon as humanly possible. Being the informed parent that I am due to the obsessive amount of research I did on tubes (or bilateral myringotomy with tubes, if you want to get specific), I worried very little about this. Her daddy, on the other hand, freaked the hell out. He scheduled to take off that day and he was so worried that he was even going to have his parents come sit with us in the waiting room during her surgery. I tried to tell him it's not really a surgery, per se, but more a procedure that must be done under anesthesia. It's also far less risky than the outpatient surgery I had 3 years ago where they removed my gallbladder. Hello! Remember that? I had an entire organ removed and you didn't worry about me the way you are fretting about Kelsey getting tubes. I said, "You know you're being completely ridiculous, right?" "Yes, but you do this kind of thing all the time." "Yeah, but I'm the mom. It's my JOB."
So we took her to the outpatient surgery center on August 6th at 7:00am and did all the pre-op paperwork. We met with various nurses, an anesthesiologist, and her doctor. It was a quick and easy procedure that took all of 10 minutes, and they gave her inhaled gas to put her under instead of an IV. She woke up in recovery about 5 minutes after the procedure was over and was very quiet at first. I mistakenly thought to myself, “Wow, this was easier than I thought it would be.” That’s when she started screaming. And screaming. And screaming some more. The anesthesiologist had warned us that most kids have that reaction so we were prepared. We tried to offer her food, drink, a boob, anything to make her calm down, and our offers to help only seemed to make her angry and she screamed louder. This lasted about 30 minutes until finally the anesthesia wore off a little and I started walking around the recovery area with her. The post-op nurse told us we were free to go, and we were home by 9:00am. She was fine the rest of the day, although she took a few more naps than usual. By mid to late afternoon she was giggling and trying to tackle her brother, so we considered her officially recovered. So far the only setback she has had since her procedure was when one of her ears started draining last Thursday, and y’all, that was gross. I know it’s perfectly common for that to happen and that’s what the tubes are designed for…but still. Gross.
By far the highlight of that day was when I was sitting on the toilet and my son yelled to me, “Mom, there’s a lady on the phone who says the policeman is going to come see us.” I told him to bring me the phone, looked at the readout, and it said 911. Here’s how the conversation went:
Me: Hello?
911: Yes, ma’am. Your child dialed 911.
Me: Oh my God.
911: Do you have an emergency?
Me: No, there’s no emergency. I am so sorry.
911: That’s alright, ma’am. You are sure you have no emergency?
Me: Yes, I’m positive there is no emergency. My son recently learned about 911 at daycare and now I’ll have a talk with him about when it’s appropriate to call. I am VERY sorry.
911: That’s quite alright, ma’am. Have a good day.
While I am supremely happy that he knows how to dial 911 if we need him to, we did sit down and talk about how you ONLY dial it if there is a true emergency. My boy… Of course, then I hurriedly tidied up the house just in case they sent an officer over anyway. Because it's my job to be completely ridiculous.
First and foremost, the girl has tubes. Her ENT doctor said she definitely needed them and wanted to work us in as soon as humanly possible. Being the informed parent that I am due to the obsessive amount of research I did on tubes (or bilateral myringotomy with tubes, if you want to get specific), I worried very little about this. Her daddy, on the other hand, freaked the hell out. He scheduled to take off that day and he was so worried that he was even going to have his parents come sit with us in the waiting room during her surgery. I tried to tell him it's not really a surgery, per se, but more a procedure that must be done under anesthesia. It's also far less risky than the outpatient surgery I had 3 years ago where they removed my gallbladder. Hello! Remember that? I had an entire organ removed and you didn't worry about me the way you are fretting about Kelsey getting tubes. I said, "You know you're being completely ridiculous, right?" "Yes, but you do this kind of thing all the time." "Yeah, but I'm the mom. It's my JOB."
So we took her to the outpatient surgery center on August 6th at 7:00am and did all the pre-op paperwork. We met with various nurses, an anesthesiologist, and her doctor. It was a quick and easy procedure that took all of 10 minutes, and they gave her inhaled gas to put her under instead of an IV. She woke up in recovery about 5 minutes after the procedure was over and was very quiet at first. I mistakenly thought to myself, “Wow, this was easier than I thought it would be.” That’s when she started screaming. And screaming. And screaming some more. The anesthesiologist had warned us that most kids have that reaction so we were prepared. We tried to offer her food, drink, a boob, anything to make her calm down, and our offers to help only seemed to make her angry and she screamed louder. This lasted about 30 minutes until finally the anesthesia wore off a little and I started walking around the recovery area with her. The post-op nurse told us we were free to go, and we were home by 9:00am. She was fine the rest of the day, although she took a few more naps than usual. By mid to late afternoon she was giggling and trying to tackle her brother, so we considered her officially recovered. So far the only setback she has had since her procedure was when one of her ears started draining last Thursday, and y’all, that was gross. I know it’s perfectly common for that to happen and that’s what the tubes are designed for…but still. Gross.
By far the highlight of that day was when I was sitting on the toilet and my son yelled to me, “Mom, there’s a lady on the phone who says the policeman is going to come see us.” I told him to bring me the phone, looked at the readout, and it said 911. Here’s how the conversation went:
Me: Hello?
911: Yes, ma’am. Your child dialed 911.
Me: Oh my God.
911: Do you have an emergency?
Me: No, there’s no emergency. I am so sorry.
911: That’s alright, ma’am. You are sure you have no emergency?
Me: Yes, I’m positive there is no emergency. My son recently learned about 911 at daycare and now I’ll have a talk with him about when it’s appropriate to call. I am VERY sorry.
911: That’s quite alright, ma’am. Have a good day.
While I am supremely happy that he knows how to dial 911 if we need him to, we did sit down and talk about how you ONLY dial it if there is a true emergency. My boy… Of course, then I hurriedly tidied up the house just in case they sent an officer over anyway. Because it's my job to be completely ridiculous.
posted by Missy at 1:09 PM
1 Comments:
Eeek! Just 'Eeek!" to the 911 call. (But I'm really glad they were so nice about it! I'm horrified to think of how snotty they could've been . . .)
And Big Kid had his tubes/tonsils/adnoids done at 2.5 -- I was TERRIFIED for weeks beforehand. I just kept thinking, "I know it's routine, but shit happens, and there are no guarantees that it's will be fine (sp?) . . ." and crying. And I have a great picture of his ear draining a couple years later -- wow, was that a LOT of ?stuff? dripping out. Woof.
Glad to hear she came through with flying colors!
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