Posted by andy on 18th October 2010
Last Wednesday afternoon, I got kind of a spooky phone call. My family called during a meeting, so I sent them to voicemail and picked that up afterwards. The first message was that my youngest nephew (Alex, 19 months) was being picked up at daycare early because he was reportedly turning blue in the fingertips, toes, and lips. This hits a note with me, as I nearly died at 6 hours old, but Dad noticed I was turning blue and got help in time.
His parents got him to the doctor, and as luck would have it, the very next day there was a local appointment open for a specialist coming to town to see Alex. He got in, and within 30 seconds the decision was made to remove his tonsils and adenoids, as they were HUGELY swollen. His Dad had both out at 8, myself just the adenoids at 5. This kind of runs in the family…
Today was the day… an opening for surgery was available today at 7 am in Yankton, and he was there bright and early. It still spooks me a bit to think of the little guy under the knife, but thankfully, everything went extremely well, and he was up not long afterwards. I’m told he was a little fuzzy from having this done, and having his morning all messed up like that… Wake up, forced nap, wake up sore, and then needing a nap to sleep off the sore and grouchy. So far though, I’m hearing he’s doing ok so far in recovery. They have to stay overnight because of his age, but that’s not the end of the world… although staying in Yankton does suck.
Alex’s older brother stayed home with Grandma today other than preschool. He doesn’t quite get what is going on, but at 4 and a half, I don’t expect him too.
And just because I think it’s cute, I’ll include a picture of Alex just minutes before heading into surgery.
He likes his blanket…