Our Brave Boy!

Ben went into hospital this week to have grommets fitted, an adenoidectomy and to have a vessel in his nose cauterised (after night-time nose bleeds). At the last minute the surgery was moved to an afternoon slot which meant an overnight stay. A starving boy was taken to the hospital on Thursday morning and admitted to his private room, with en suite and bed for Mum too! (Lets hope the insurance company are true to their word and cough up the $4500 for this little lot!!!!!)
He began to get a little nervous and refused to talk to the nurses and a little bribery was necessary to get him to take the pre-med. He happily put on the teddy bear gown (he did smile in the other photo, honest, but it was out of focus!)and loved being tucked up in the big bed. He was pretty in awe of the rolling bed and going down in a lift and thought that Mummy looked silly in a yellow paper gown and blue paper shoes. I held him in my arms while the anaesthetic was given by a very nice man and then put him on the bed with a kiss.
An hour or so later I was called down to recovery where Ben briefly opened his eyes, gave me a hug and promptly went back to sleep! An hour later they moved him (still sleeping) back to his room where he stayed for another couple of hours until we woke him up for an ice lolly. He loved that! but then was sick. They gave him an anti emetic and he perked up a bit although he only ate the ice-cream with his dinner! By 8pm he was starving again (and not tired) and polished off a packet of crisps, some chocolate and a cheese sandwich. Then he took off down the corridors with the camera snapping all the nurses, flower arrangements, ceilings and carpets! I managed to settle him by 9.30 and he slept beautifully. Unfortunately for me I woke up every time the nurse came in to do obs while Ben slept through the thermometers in his ears, and the pulse rate monitor on his fingers!
He woke when breakfast was delivered on Friday and demolished his Weetbix! We brought him home and he was excited to see Joe again. Everything was back to normal pretty quickly and it didn't take long for the fighting to resume. Luckily he only needed a couple of doses of paracetamol and hasn't complained at all! What a brave boy! He is very proud of the smiley face plaster a nurse put on his hand after the tubes were removed and now refuses to take it off!