Home, Safe and Sound

All went well. Whew.

My sweet son cried and shook, he was so scared. The oral surgeon was absolutely fantastic with him--patient yet leading him in what to do. I went into the surgery room while they covered him up, attached the monitors, etc. My son was squeezing my hand so hard I thought I'd lose the tips of my fingers. Then the doctor said I would stay until he was asleep. That shocked me.

That was the weirdest experience of my life! They put him to sleep right then and there, the surgeon asking him what he ate for Thanksgiving. I watched his eyes get droopy, his fingers never quit squeezing. It took about two minutes--much longer than I remembered with my last surgery. He looked so peaceful lying there--yet it was also kind of creepy.

I had to pry my son's hand off mine so I could leave. The doctor pointed to his cheek, told me to kiss it, and he would take good care of my son.

When he woke up, they shoved him out the door. lol I just hate how they do that! They did it with me, too. I think an extra hour, so a person is really awake, would be nice. Yet the experience wasn't that bad.

My son may say differently, as he started hurting on the way home, and couldn't eat the Frosty we got him which they told us he'd be able to eat. He was bleeding, and he followed me in that he was whiny, crabby and mad. Got home, hubby got the medications and when they kicked in, he was wide awake, feeling much better, had his melted Frosty, pudding and a Carnation Instant Breakfast. He's lying on the couch watching TV with his Dad at the moment.

We'll start school again Wednesday, as I think he might be sore tomorrow.

Now, how did Mom handle it? Well, I put on a brave face, smiled, reassured this was totally safe and that DS would be fine. All the while I was freaking out inside thinking, "What if it isn't fine and I lied to my child?" Watching him go out was creepy--while I found it absolutely fascinating to watch the pros at work doing their job, I don't know that I'd like to witness that again.

When we went to get the Frosty, I was starved. I got a burger and fries. I haven't had a fast food burger and fries in MONTHS. The burger was fantastic. The fries? Awful! They were so full of salt, cold, tasteless. I ate them anyway because I was hungry. Forget about the safe snack that was in my purse. 640 calories for my lunch. I don't regret it, but it was emotional eating because I did have something with me.

Driving home, I kept sighing. I felt as each muscle group in my body was giving way at a different time. All the stress released and it was just odd. My husband kept looking at me as I was driving, because I would do a loud sigh and then shake my arm. It was strange. To top that weirdness off, I did not sleep last night. I slept from 12-2, woke up and couldn't sleep. About 4:30 I drifted off again to wake at a little after 6. I don't do well without a full night's sleep.

The best thing is it's all done and over. Whew. For my health, I learned I really need to keep the Calorie King book I bought to carry in the car--in the car. I didn't have it. If I had, I would have had 2 singles for 440 calories instead of 1 at 220 and fries at 42o. I didn't know calorie counts or WW Points for either item, because I haven't eating that way since January.

What a day. All I know is my baby is not in pain, he's resting comfortably, that he was able to eat a bit, and that he should recover fairly quickly. We survived.

Thank you for positive thoughts and prayers. They were greatly appreciated.