Ouch!!

After the surgery. Sat 5/30
Before surgery, Tues 5/26

On Memorial Day, as we were gearing up to make hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill, our wee bug tripped and got what we thought was a sliver under his left big toe nail.

Trip to the ER with his auntie Rish, cousins Cohen & Salyna, and momma, they made us wait from 4:45 til 7:30 to tell us they could electrically numb it, then remove it and he would lose his toe nail, yet the ER doctor kept telling us his toe nail was too short and she didn't want to touch it. Receommeded he see if his body rejects it and nail grows in 4 days. Come back if he gets a fever or in serious pain.

yeah..... so 4 days go by without him complaining much at all. Make the appointment with Dr Tutihasi for Friday 5/29.

Friday comes, off we go to see Dr. Tutihasi. She peeks at it then goes next door to a foot doc. He and she discuss "doctor language" regarding his toe, toe nail, and the foreign body.

Conclusion: (1) Hog tie him, numb the toe, remove the toe nail, remove foreign object, all while he is screaming ((happened last July when we had to cocoon wrap him to remove a sliver from same said left big toe and I was not looking forward to that again though I'd do anything to help TT)) (2) Surgery at 5pm to remove foreign object and he would loose a toenail.

So we walked to Admissions at 11am, registered him, while I was feeding him al ight snack ASAP before the deadline of the 5pm surgery. I won't go into great detail regarding my experience with a certain person, Bonnie, whom never introduced herself to me either time she approached me, I had to ask another lady her name, and critized me in front of all the other waiting patients about feeding him 6 hours before surgery... WENCH.... anyway admissions done, Theresa at St Joes admitting is an ANGEL.

5pm arrives: Thomas, TT and I have been in the waiting get ready room since 3:30pm. Auntie Rish, Cohen and Salyna came too. Support and it was needed.

They gave TT loopy meds to relax him, and then they took him. I never ever felt so helpless watching my baby be wheeled away from me and there was nothing I could do to be with him. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks the full "30 minute" surgery. Thomas and I strolled around and he held my hand.

5:35pm comes and a nurse, another angel, brought us back to the recovery area. We waited and waited for TT. Then he arrived and was a mess. He was crying and shaking, shoving, hitting and kicking. The nurses prepared us with the crying and "out of it" bit, yet nothing prepared us for the longest ride home in our lives. TT was screaming, kicking, hitting me non stop, trying to pull his bandage off repeatedly to where I had to hold his feet apart. He'd hit me harder and scream more. I began to cry and Thomas drove beyond the speed limit to get us home.

Once home about 7pm, it took another 20 min for TT to recover. He'd throw his birdie fuzzy, then want it. He'd throw food, then want it. He didn't want this video on and then he did. I was nuts. Thomas was nuts. So finally Thomas left to go get some food when TT looked over at me and said in the most beautiful voice I love "Hi momma". He was fine now. Thomas brought him some french fries as a treat. Then he passed out not long after.