I'm just exhausted. I think it's a cumulative effect of Zack's adenoidectomy and my most recent bout of insomnia about a week ago. For the record, Zack is doing well on his second day post-op. He doesn't seem to be in much discomfort, but he does hate the anti-pain med so he might not complain even if he was. He slept well last night and had a nice long nap this afternoon. No snoring at all, so I'm cautiously optimistic.
I felt fine all day yesterday. Even in the waiting room of the outpatient surgery center, I wondered why I wasn't more worked up. I think it finally hit me around 10 p.m., nearly 11 hours after Zack's procedure. It was like, oh my gosh, what did I let them do to my baby??? He's doing great though. Not much memory of the ordeal although he does remember "that man" (the anesthesiologist) taking him away from me. Lovely. I'm sure the memory will fade. For him, anyway.
Zack's energy has returned full force, while my energy has pooped out completely. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be able to string together a coherent sentence.
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I was 2 1/2 when they took out my tonsils and put tubes in my ears. This was 1971 or 72. I still remember the ride in the elevator and the big black ball/mask they used to knock me out...it smelled like nail polish. Since it was just me and my Mom, like it was just you and Z it is memories I am a bit uncertain about and I still ask her today: did they make me sleep in a crib? Did you sleep in a leather turquoise chair so you could be with me? Funny what they will remember. You need about 2 hours ALONE after this to re-compose yourself...think you can squeeze an hour or so at Starbucks over at the book store or something? Thinking of you wishng you well...
He still mentions the man who took him away (anesthesiologist), but when I asked if was scared, he said "no" so perhaps he won't be scarred for life.
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