The trials of today have had Daddy Buck and I second guessing our decision to have both of the boys having their respective surgeries at the same time. I still maintain that it was a wise idea but, man oh man, has post-op day #1 been tough!
They were parched.....yet wouldn't drink.
They were in pain....yet fought taking their medicine.
They were medicated....yet whimpered in their sleep.
On two occasions today, a trip to the ER for IV fluids seemed eminent. They have both had fever all day, at once as high as 104.6 and were dehydrated to the point that their lips were cracking and they were tearless when crying. Somehow, by the grace of God, we were able to "force fluids" in them using whatever tactics necessary....bribery, persuasion, coercing, pleading, begging, competing....
During the high points of the day, they mustered up enough energy to play PlayDoh and puzzles and tolerated a handful of Goldfish.
For the most part, however, the activities of the day consisted of rest, medicate, sleep, medicate, moan, medicate, sip on fluid, medicate all combined with many, many, many episodes of various animated shows that I can only tolerate for so much longer if you get my drift :-)
Removal of tonsils and adenoids in 2 and 3 year olds is h***....
My alarm is set for 1200 to administer more medications....come on post-op day #2!