(This picture is post-op...my lil drunk monkey)So today was the big day, we set the alarm for 5:00am had to leave the house by 5:45am to be at the hospital to check in by 6:30am. The heavy sleeper that I normally am woke up every hour on the hour fear that I would not hear the alarm and the last thing my nerves needed today was an 8 year old lecturing me on punctuality. So I woke up about ten minutes before the alarm went off and decided to get up anyway. Got ready, and got the boys ready, dropped Braxton off at his Aunt Neena's and off we went...now by this point my stomach was in knots that started to tighten. Ah! We made it on time, got signed in and was asked to have a seat and wait our turn....so we sit.....
In walks Hoss' dad..truly a great man perfect in every way...just was not perfect for me...but perfect none-the-less, he sits down and we chat like friends, because we are, we have to be because we love Hoss' more then we ever loved each other...strange maybe but the only way I can describe it. So here we are chatting about old times, good times, present times etc...and in walks his parents, by now its after 7:00am. Now his parents on the other hand...not sure they ever liked me...example...Hoss is six weeks old. my first day back to work, I spent all weekend pumping milk every hour on the hour that he wasn't attached to my aching nips....I drop him off that morning with a ton of milk that I was so proud of...it was seriously like liquid gold anyway when I got off work and picked him up I asked..."so was that enough milk for one day or do I need to pump more?" she replies"Oh that was plenty, don't send any tomorrow because I ran to the drug store and got him some powdered formula because it is alot more convinient then thawing out the milk you brought"
ANYWAY! So in they come (I grit my teeth and force out a smile) which actually they like me now...not sure if they like me because I am an Ex or if Bob's new wife is worse then me...who knows....
Scotty shows up, he had been working all night, then his parents show up right behind him, which they drove an hour and a half to be there they are truly great people...so now am I marrying Scotty for his parents or because I love him....blah thats a another blog...LOL
No really he is wonderful and I don't know what I am going to do with him most days, I mean what I would do with out him..lol He is the best!
Finally they call us next its about 8:00am now and he is starving to death (well he wasn't sure if it was his stomach growling or just butterflies from being just a little scared) He and I go back and answer some questions then we don the lovely split down the back gown and he asked that I call his dad and have him come back so I did, then after Bobs comes in the lil bity station with us the nurse bring Hoss some versaid (not sure of the spelling) anyway 14mg was what his weight called for...I was like HOLY COW...thats enough for a grown man. We then meet the surgeon (very nice man and he didn't have any signs of parkinson's which thrilled me) and he says about 15 minutes we will get this show on the road. So being the nice person that I am I asked Hoss if he wanted his Grandma to come back there and by now he is drunk from the versaid and says SURE!
So I let them go back and they STAYED until they took him into the operating room (was thinking I should of been hateful and just stayed there and not offered at all).
9:00am the nurse calls and states they are starting procedure and so far so good...relieved but still praying over and over in my head that they are taking care of beautifuly sweet baby. So TAH-DAH 9:20 they are done and Dr says everythings perfect and we can see him in about 45 minutes....15 minutes later the recovery nurse calls and says "Ms. Tadlock what do you call your son because he isn't answering me when I call him Halston or David" after swallowing my heart I said "Oh, yea we call him Hoss or HossMan" she said hang on a second comes back and says "Thanks that worked, see ya in about 30 minutes Mom". So back to waiting....which the time flew by thank goodness...now its time to see him...my poor sweet beautiful baby was crying his eyes out when they wheeled him in and I began to (like always) sling snot because he was...so I kissed him atleast 30 times on the head and said "What's wrong baby, are your hurting?"
He says "No mama, I am really scared, please don't let them take my tonsils out, I don't wanna do it now" So I said "Okay baby, drink this water to show them you know how to swallow and we will get the HELLO outta here, I promise I won't let them try to take them out now." After a few attemps to get to take a drink he began to argue with me, he was gonna get outta that bed without drinking the water...which with his little drunk self it was almost funny...and I didn't laugh but only because I was still slinging snot LOL, then he broke my heart into a million pieces he says " You lied you told me everything was gonna be great and I was gonna do fine, but I am not fine." So I cried some more and apologized ugh kids..I swear!
So YAY he drank the water, they took out the IV and we were outta there. He slept all the way home, but he didn't snore..first time in 5 years he hasn't snored...it was awesome.
I walked him in the house...he was still very drunk but feeling fine.
Now he is awake and seriously is starving not even going to share how many helpings of pudding (3) ice cream (2) family size mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC (1) he has consumed and is wanting to know what we are having for dinner....so I am off to scramble some eggs....gonna be a long 14 days before he can eat real food again!
In walks Hoss' dad..truly a great man perfect in every way...just was not perfect for me...but perfect none-the-less, he sits down and we chat like friends, because we are, we have to be because we love Hoss' more then we ever loved each other...strange maybe but the only way I can describe it. So here we are chatting about old times, good times, present times etc...and in walks his parents, by now its after 7:00am. Now his parents on the other hand...not sure they ever liked me...example...Hoss is six weeks old. my first day back to work, I spent all weekend pumping milk every hour on the hour that he wasn't attached to my aching nips....I drop him off that morning with a ton of milk that I was so proud of...it was seriously like liquid gold anyway when I got off work and picked him up I asked..."so was that enough milk for one day or do I need to pump more?" she replies"Oh that was plenty, don't send any tomorrow because I ran to the drug store and got him some powdered formula because it is alot more convinient then thawing out the milk you brought"
ANYWAY! So in they come (I grit my teeth and force out a smile) which actually they like me now...not sure if they like me because I am an Ex or if Bob's new wife is worse then me...who knows....
Scotty shows up, he had been working all night, then his parents show up right behind him, which they drove an hour and a half to be there they are truly great people...so now am I marrying Scotty for his parents or because I love him....blah thats a another blog...LOL
No really he is wonderful and I don't know what I am going to do with him most days, I mean what I would do with out him..lol He is the best!
Finally they call us next its about 8:00am now and he is starving to death (well he wasn't sure if it was his stomach growling or just butterflies from being just a little scared) He and I go back and answer some questions then we don the lovely split down the back gown and he asked that I call his dad and have him come back so I did, then after Bobs comes in the lil bity station with us the nurse bring Hoss some versaid (not sure of the spelling) anyway 14mg was what his weight called for...I was like HOLY COW...thats enough for a grown man. We then meet the surgeon (very nice man and he didn't have any signs of parkinson's which thrilled me) and he says about 15 minutes we will get this show on the road. So being the nice person that I am I asked Hoss if he wanted his Grandma to come back there and by now he is drunk from the versaid and says SURE!
So I let them go back and they STAYED until they took him into the operating room (was thinking I should of been hateful and just stayed there and not offered at all).
9:00am the nurse calls and states they are starting procedure and so far so good...relieved but still praying over and over in my head that they are taking care of beautifuly sweet baby. So TAH-DAH 9:20 they are done and Dr says everythings perfect and we can see him in about 45 minutes....15 minutes later the recovery nurse calls and says "Ms. Tadlock what do you call your son because he isn't answering me when I call him Halston or David" after swallowing my heart I said "Oh, yea we call him Hoss or HossMan" she said hang on a second comes back and says "Thanks that worked, see ya in about 30 minutes Mom". So back to waiting....which the time flew by thank goodness...now its time to see him...my poor sweet beautiful baby was crying his eyes out when they wheeled him in and I began to (like always) sling snot because he was...so I kissed him atleast 30 times on the head and said "What's wrong baby, are your hurting?"
He says "No mama, I am really scared, please don't let them take my tonsils out, I don't wanna do it now" So I said "Okay baby, drink this water to show them you know how to swallow and we will get the HELLO outta here, I promise I won't let them try to take them out now." After a few attemps to get to take a drink he began to argue with me, he was gonna get outta that bed without drinking the water...which with his little drunk self it was almost funny...and I didn't laugh but only because I was still slinging snot LOL, then he broke my heart into a million pieces he says " You lied you told me everything was gonna be great and I was gonna do fine, but I am not fine." So I cried some more and apologized ugh kids..I swear!
So YAY he drank the water, they took out the IV and we were outta there. He slept all the way home, but he didn't snore..first time in 5 years he hasn't snored...it was awesome.
I walked him in the house...he was still very drunk but feeling fine.
Now he is awake and seriously is starving not even going to share how many helpings of pudding (3) ice cream (2) family size mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC (1) he has consumed and is wanting to know what we are having for dinner....so I am off to scramble some eggs....gonna be a long 14 days before he can eat real food again!
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