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Fun with scissors, and other stuff
Sep. 25th, 2003 11:05 pmSo anyway, Nik got his tongue snipped yesterday, and all is well.
Seriously, he did great. I must say, though, that I have seldom felt like as much of a heel as I did when I got him out of the car at the hospital, and he grinned and took my hand, and hollered, "Let's GO!" He hadn't a clue that his frenulum was about to become an arts and crafts project, and I wasn't about to tell him. *sigh* A child's trust can really break your heart sometimes.
We met Kristi there, and Nik was being his usual Dimpled Ball o' Silly, flopping down on the floor when he got tired of walking (in all fairness, we did get him up awfully early, what with the 7 a.m. check-in time), and making a break for it when he wanted to see have fast he could get us to move. But in general he was quite cooperative, allowing the nurse to put the stick-on thermometer on his forehead, choosing the mask for his anaesthesia, being reasonably well-behaved while dealt with the usual nurses' inquisition, and posing nicely for the souvenir Polaroid ("Oh, look, Nik! This was the day the nice doctor took a pair of cuticle scissors to your tongue! You were so cute!"). Unfortunately, he has the same photo-pose smile as his sister, which is the forced, hi-I'm-Nik-and-this-is-every-last-one-of-my-teeth variety. Both our kids will be saved for posterity looking like they just sat on an ice cube.
Anyway, he followed the nurse off to the operating room with amazingly little fuss, and we went off to the waiting room, not really worried, but seriosuly looking forward to the whole thing being over. They'd given us a pager on vibe mode to let us know we could go join him in recovery, but we didn't need it; after 20 minutes we heard, "WAAAAAUUUUGGHH!" from two rooms down. Um, that'd be Nik.
A nurse came out. "Nikolas's family?" That'd be us.
So we sat with him while he watched videos and sucked on popsicles and got his bearings back after the full anaesthesia. The surgery was a snap; he didn't even need any stitches under his tongue, and we never saw a drop of blood after. As for him, he was completely unphased: when his grandma later asked him how it went, he said, "I saw Barney!" Yep, that's my boy.
*stretch* If you'll pardon me, I must be heading bedward, because tomorrow, I'm off to Champaign-Urbana. Wish me luck.
(Oh, and: Hi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seidl! *waves*)
Seriously, he did great. I must say, though, that I have seldom felt like as much of a heel as I did when I got him out of the car at the hospital, and he grinned and took my hand, and hollered, "Let's GO!" He hadn't a clue that his frenulum was about to become an arts and crafts project, and I wasn't about to tell him. *sigh* A child's trust can really break your heart sometimes.
We met Kristi there, and Nik was being his usual Dimpled Ball o' Silly, flopping down on the floor when he got tired of walking (in all fairness, we did get him up awfully early, what with the 7 a.m. check-in time), and making a break for it when he wanted to see have fast he could get us to move. But in general he was quite cooperative, allowing the nurse to put the stick-on thermometer on his forehead, choosing the mask for his anaesthesia, being reasonably well-behaved while dealt with the usual nurses' inquisition, and posing nicely for the souvenir Polaroid ("Oh, look, Nik! This was the day the nice doctor took a pair of cuticle scissors to your tongue! You were so cute!"). Unfortunately, he has the same photo-pose smile as his sister, which is the forced, hi-I'm-Nik-and-this-is-every-last-one-of-my-teeth variety. Both our kids will be saved for posterity looking like they just sat on an ice cube.
Anyway, he followed the nurse off to the operating room with amazingly little fuss, and we went off to the waiting room, not really worried, but seriosuly looking forward to the whole thing being over. They'd given us a pager on vibe mode to let us know we could go join him in recovery, but we didn't need it; after 20 minutes we heard, "WAAAAAUUUUGGHH!" from two rooms down. Um, that'd be Nik.
A nurse came out. "Nikolas's family?" That'd be us.
So we sat with him while he watched videos and sucked on popsicles and got his bearings back after the full anaesthesia. The surgery was a snap; he didn't even need any stitches under his tongue, and we never saw a drop of blood after. As for him, he was completely unphased: when his grandma later asked him how it went, he said, "I saw Barney!" Yep, that's my boy.
*stretch* If you'll pardon me, I must be heading bedward, because tomorrow, I'm off to Champaign-Urbana. Wish me luck.
(Oh, and: Hi,
seidl! *waves*)
