On Thursday February 26, Griffin had to have his tonsils and adenoids removed. He also had to have tubes placed in his ears. After years of ear infections and throat infections, we were ready for the surgery.
We were told to be at the hospital for 8:00am, and my little boy was an absolute gem even without water or food in preparation for the surgery. We waited for a few minutes in the paediatric waiting room before a nurse came to find us. Griffin was weighed, given a very cute hospital gown, and then given a tour of the paediatric floor.

Afterwards, we were taken down to the surgery wing where we waited to see the doctor and anaesthesiologist, who both assured us that Griffin would do very well. Soon, a nurse asked Griffin if he was ready to go to surgery and told him he could choose a wagon in which to have a ride to the operating room. He chose the blue wagon and off he went. He waved and blew kisses to me the entire ride down the long hallway.
After 45 minutes or so, the doctor came out to tell me that Griffin had done really well and was in recovery. He said that Griffin's ears were full of fluid and gunk. I was told to go to another waiting room where I could monitor Griffin's recovery room progress via a special number assigned to him. I had just arrived in the waiting room and had sent off a couple of update messages to family members, when a nurse was call my name to come to recovery as Griffin was starting to wake up.
When I walked into the waiting room, there were two or three nurses all around Griffin. One was rubbing his back, one was rubbing his forehead and another was ushering me in. He was whining a little, but wasn't extremely upset as I thought he may be. The nurses told me to climb right up into the bed beside him so that I could calm him. Then, we were both wheeled up to his room on the paediatric floor.
He slept off an on for the first couple of hours and then was fairly quiet for the rest of the day.

I was told that he had to drink 30mLs of fluid every 10 minutes or so and I took that job very seriously. The last thing any of us wanted was for Griffin to get dehydrated.

I gave him water, apple juice, ginger ale, popsicles, applesauce, and anything else that would hydrate him. Griffin was such a good boy taking all his fluids that the day nurse gave him a Lego set upon leaving that night. She said he was her star patient of the day.

Joel came to the hospital right after work and stayed with us until 9:00pm. Griffin was glad to have his Daddy there.
Night was rough. We couldn't manage Griffin's pain and then the nausea hit him hard. Moments after we could get some Gravol into his IV, he vomited all over the bed, himself, the nurse, the floor, and me. Poor little guy. Once the Gravol and Morphine kicked in, he slept on and off for the rest of the night. He coughed quite a bit and whined through the night, so I was on high alert. I eventually crawled up into the bed with him just so that he knew I was right there without him having to open his eyes to see me.
In the morning, the doctor came by to check on him and to tell us that he could go home at any time. Gramma and Grampa came to pick us up to bring us home around 11:00am and then it was recovery time.
There were some rough days and some good days, but as long as we kept Griffin medicated with Tylenol or Advil (and the occasional dose of Morphine) he was okay. Nights were difficult because his throat would get dry and he would wake up in pain.
After a week and a half, he was back to himself and raring to go. I am so proud of my little bug.