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Had my tonsils out yesterday morning, everything went fine. Had the same anesthesiologist as I did when I had my hernia fixed. That time, he had asked me about the bad experience I'd had when I was in high school and had my wisdom teeth cut out..as I was telling him I heard myself going lllmmmmhhhfff and had enough time to think ohhh he's sneaky and woke up in recovery. This time, the nurse was telling me to think good thoughts, and I said oh I will be, I'll be thinking of what JD's going to buy me. The anesthesiologist was behind me and while I was talking w/the nurse I thought ohh I feel tingly..he's back there being sneaky again...and then woke up in recovery. 
I did however have nice gemstone dreams and when JD and the kids came in to see me instead of complaining about how awful my throat felt, I told him about my jewelry dreams haha.
I was worried that no one would be helping me, and I was right, but if I do things after I take my Tylenol, it's manageable.
However, last night, we went to bed around 11:30. A little after 12, Trapper woke up crying and I thought ok, time to bring him in with us so I went in to get him. I noticed the corner of his mouth was dark, so I figured the scabs were coming off and they'd said there would be a little blood when it happened. When I reached for him, he was crying, and it started coming out of his mouth, so I hauled him into the bathroom and got JD up to help me. As we were washing his face, he started throwing up blood. I couldn't keep up with it. Kept flushing the toilet, rinsing out the rag, using toilet paper, he kept pouring out blood. I had JD call the ER in the town the Dr who did the surgery is out of to page Dr, and while he was on the phone w/the ER, I was in the bathroom with Trapper. I'd gotten him a glass of ice water since that was what the instruction sheet said to do first. He was sitting on the side of the tub, sipping, and I started to clean up the mess. He didn't cry thru any of it, was a little shaky but no crying. We managed to be calm and soothing, like it was no big deal, even tho it was scaring us. Suddenly, he stands up and my little almost 4 year old son projectile vomited so much blood and chunks of who knows what, that was the end of mommy being calm. I shrieked, JD came running and it was a mad dash up to our ER. Had to drag poor London out of bed..Trapper was so pale and trembling, she saw the blood all over the 3 of us and was instantly frozen.
Thankfully we live about 2 blocks from the hospital but I tell you, well below zero, no coats, iced over windshield and icy streets, it seemed to take forever. He vomited several more times in the ER but nothing like at the house. It seriously looked like a murder scene in there. We spent a little over an hour at the hospital. We were a little irritated that no one said there could be a possibility of that happening. They said "there could be a little blood" not "you might be bathing in it and you might wonder if your child will need a transfusion".
I called mom and she did come in and sit with us to help keep London soothed, and she came and helped JD clean up the bathroom afterward.
So..that was my surreal experience after having my tonsils out. 6 hours after they came out I was picking up the house, doing dishes, helping London finish her homework. 15 hours after they came out, up at the ER praying our little boy was going to be ok. He's been pretty good today. No whining or crying, playing like normal, tho still pale. Fingers crossed we're not going thru this again when London's and my scabs come off!!
I did however have nice gemstone dreams and when JD and the kids came in to see me instead of complaining about how awful my throat felt, I told him about my jewelry dreams haha.I was worried that no one would be helping me, and I was right, but if I do things after I take my Tylenol, it's manageable.
However, last night, we went to bed around 11:30. A little after 12, Trapper woke up crying and I thought ok, time to bring him in with us so I went in to get him. I noticed the corner of his mouth was dark, so I figured the scabs were coming off and they'd said there would be a little blood when it happened. When I reached for him, he was crying, and it started coming out of his mouth, so I hauled him into the bathroom and got JD up to help me. As we were washing his face, he started throwing up blood. I couldn't keep up with it. Kept flushing the toilet, rinsing out the rag, using toilet paper, he kept pouring out blood. I had JD call the ER in the town the Dr who did the surgery is out of to page Dr, and while he was on the phone w/the ER, I was in the bathroom with Trapper. I'd gotten him a glass of ice water since that was what the instruction sheet said to do first. He was sitting on the side of the tub, sipping, and I started to clean up the mess. He didn't cry thru any of it, was a little shaky but no crying. We managed to be calm and soothing, like it was no big deal, even tho it was scaring us. Suddenly, he stands up and my little almost 4 year old son projectile vomited so much blood and chunks of who knows what, that was the end of mommy being calm. I shrieked, JD came running and it was a mad dash up to our ER. Had to drag poor London out of bed..Trapper was so pale and trembling, she saw the blood all over the 3 of us and was instantly frozen.
Thankfully we live about 2 blocks from the hospital but I tell you, well below zero, no coats, iced over windshield and icy streets, it seemed to take forever. He vomited several more times in the ER but nothing like at the house. It seriously looked like a murder scene in there. We spent a little over an hour at the hospital. We were a little irritated that no one said there could be a possibility of that happening. They said "there could be a little blood" not "you might be bathing in it and you might wonder if your child will need a transfusion".
I called mom and she did come in and sit with us to help keep London soothed, and she came and helped JD clean up the bathroom afterward.
So..that was my surreal experience after having my tonsils out. 6 hours after they came out I was picking up the house, doing dishes, helping London finish her homework. 15 hours after they came out, up at the ER praying our little boy was going to be ok. He's been pretty good today. No whining or crying, playing like normal, tho still pale. Fingers crossed we're not going thru this again when London's and my scabs come off!!
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