Metamorphosis

Last Friday, Little Guy had his tonsils and adenoids removed. He was not resting well, waking up from a full-night's sleep grumpy and still tired. The specialist he saw determined that the only way to address this was for him to have this surgery.

The surgery went fine, it was a routine procedure, and was finished in about 20 minutes. However, his recovery and recuperation are another story completely. After the first two nights being uneventful, the pain in his throat is now at the point where it is getting worse before it gets better. The past two nights, he's slept very fitfully, waking up almost like clockwork every two hours or so. To top it off, he's also taking Tylenol with codeine, which makes him very groggy, and, I would imagine, makes it tougher to get back to normal.

Of course, me being me, I did some research online to find other stories of similar situations. I found a blog, called 'Type A Mama' (a kindred spirit!) and Little Guy seems to be following the footsteps of her son almost exactly. (Read about her experience here.)

So, for the two weeks between the procedure and his follow-up appointment with the surgeon, Little Guy and I are hunkering down, drinking lots of water, getting lots of snuggles in, and probably watching too much Thomas the Tank Engine. We are soldiering through this metamorphosis of his, looking for that light at the end of the tunnel which will hopefully shine on a brand-new, rested, happy little boy.