Karl got tubes inserted in his ears yesterday. It all went well and after we got home, it was as if nothing had even happened. I can't say that for when we were at the hospital. Karl got what they call the "anesthesia screams". It was terrible. But let me back up a bit ...
We had to check in at 6:30am, which was extremely early, but very good for Karl. (and thanks to Laurel for coming over before the sun was up to watch the girls. She's an awesome friend!) Since he couldn't eat or drink after midnight, not letting a baby eat in the morning is too confusing for the baby. So we were able to just scoop him up out of bed and get him to the appointment without any fuss.
Our time before the surgery went well. Karl was as good as always, smiling up the nurses and other patients. We got him in his little hospital gown and he was so darned cute! I then put on my garb - booties, gown and hat - and I carried him into the surgery room. They put the gas mask on him while I was holding him and within seconds, his eyes rolled back in his head and he was out. The nurse then took him from me and had me leave the room. That was the hardest part - leaving my baby in that room. I knew he was safe, but still. Ugh.
About 15 minutes later, his surgeon came in the waiting room and told us everything went well. He had lots of fluid behind each ear, so he should feel better immediately. Then a nurse came and got us to take us back to recovery. As soon as we walked through the doors - I heard him.
He was screaming and crying. Louder than I have ever heard him. We walked in the room and a nurse had him in her arms, trying to soothe him. Thank goodness I knew about this reaction or I would have freaked out. He wasn't in pain, but he was confused as to why he felt the way he did. Waking up from anesthesia is even weird for me, so I can only imagine what it's like for him. He was squirming and just crying so hard. Inconsolable. He cried in my arms the entire time we were in recovery and into the car. As we started moving, he got better and then passed out. The rest of the day was normal and had I not known, I'd never guess he had surgery that morning.
I'm wondering if the fluid made him uneasy on his feet. I say so because he kept letting go of things while standing and stood on his own more than I've ever seen him do. And suddenly, his little push behind walker is his favorite toy - he pushes it all over the house, walking on his little legs behind it. He's never done that yet and now he's up and down the hallway with it. Hrm, something to think about.
You know the song "rock a bye baby"? Have you ever thought of the lyrics? It's horrible!