On the day before Thanksgiving, while most people are preparing their shopping lists and braving the crowds at the supermarket, my little family was up bright and early at 5 AM to head to the hospital. E.B. had a dentist trip a few weeks ago where it was determined that he had a serious cavity of epic proportions that had to be fixed. Great, no problem, I thought.
Until the dentist informed me that he would have to be admitted to the hospital and put to sleep to have it done.
This, dear readers, is why I haven’t been posting or nearly as inspired to write here. It’s one thing to have a cavity filled, but quite another when your four year old has to be admitted to the hospital and put to sleep to have it done. I have been an absolute basket case and trying to hold it all together.
In any case, E.B. did better than fine. He had a pulpotomy and the dentist warned us that if he saw anything else that needed to be fixed, we should do it now. We agreed and E.B. came back from surgery with 4 silver caps in his mouth. The worst part of the whole experience was the effects of the anesthesia on him. I had no idea a child could become so crazed when given anesthesia. It took Cracked Daddy and I both each standing on one side of the bed to keep him IN the bed until they came to take him to surgery. The sedative they gave him beforehand actually had the opposite effect. Sedated? Ummm…no. More like climbing the walls! The procedure took a little less than an hour and he was back in his room scarfing down popsicles, chicken noodle soup, and jello. We took him home about an hour later where he slept for three hours straight and then woke up raring to go.
Big props go out to my mom. After he was brought back to the room after surgery, E.B. was still a little crazed from the whole experience and NOBODY, and I do mean nobody, could do anything with him but Grandma. I think he was a little mad at his father and I, and I guess being that young and not being able to understand, I can’t exactly blame him.
what an ordeal, but good to hear he is recovered.
No matter what you'll always remember Thanksgiving of '09! Hope your little man is feeling back to normal.
So sorry to hear about EB's surgery. Poor you, hubby and EB. Glad that it is over. NHL had some medication when he cracked his chin open at daycare. That stuff was horrible when he started to come out of it. I hope things are starting to calm down some.
Oh my! I'm so sorry…what a saga! Hope you can all recover quickly!!