We made it...or, We are in the process of making it

Brice had his tonsils and adenoids out this morning. He was so excited. I really had him pumped up about it. He woke up and said, "this is the best day of my life!" (see? intense, emotional). The nurses were super sweet to him and gave him a teddy bear and a doodle pro, which he happily accepted. He was sitting up in his bed, wearing the surgical shower cap, hands to the sky yelling "abracadabra!!" when the automatic doors opened up to take him into the surgical unit.

Fast Forward 45 minutes to the recovery room. He was screaming and sobbing in bed, barely coherent as the effects of the anesthesia wore off. I hugged him and held him and he ate popsicles while the nurse continued pushing pain meds through his IV. By the time we left, he was okay. I thought maybe we'd be that lucky case where the pain isn't too bad and the kid bounces back quickly (right, Ellen??).

It seems that will not be us. He went into hysterics when I told him he had to take some medicine. He managed to get the antibiotics down, and even the Tylenol with codeine. However, when we went to pick up Harry, things quickly went downhill. We had to pull over on the side of the road while Brice threw up and SCREAMED, his feet wet with puke, mixed with dirt (I took him barefoot, thinking he wouldn't have to get out of the car). A cop stopped to help us. Thankfully, it appeared he had a weak stomach. He gave us some napkins (clearly leftovers from a lunch run) and some wet wipes and just stood by us and waited till we were back in the car to take off. Which was a good thing, since Harry was bouncing around in the backseat with no carseat or booster (Seth forgot to leave it with Ellen, woops).

The night was no better. Worse, actually. Nobody really slept for more than a few hours. Harry, who loves nothing more than eating and sleeping, even woke up at 4:30am. Today has been slightly better. We figured out ways to give him medicine that doesn't require big gulps. Now he's sleeping. Thank you, Jesus.