one brave little dude. he was just chit-chatting with the anesthesiologist about where she could put the needle in.... seriously. I can learn something from this little trooper.
he went in this morning around 12.30 am. and at around 13.30 i got the call to go see him.
and just like the other 2 surgery's he was upset, angry, HUNGRY, crying. totally DONE WITH IT. wishing it never happened, such a negative high. i try to comfort him, listen to him, tell him he's such a hero. such a trooper. after we were taken back to his room he was still crying and seriously YELLING FOR 10 FREAKING SANDWICHES. which made us kinda laugh. but that must be a horrible feeling. feeling unwell & hungry (he wasn't allowed to eat in the morning).
he got some extra strong pain medicins, and after that horrific taste he told me, he relaxed more. started to doze off now and then and seriously i could see his muscles loosen.
after a few hours (of me reading to him, chit chatting with Sanne about his soooo wanted Spongebob Lego, waiting for him at home, chatting with his uber friendly nurse (THEY HAVE 'M!) we get to go home. YEAH.
so into the wheely from the hospital and GO GO GO like the fire department home. Sanne was with us (which was lucky for her, after an extremly exhausting weekend get-away with her soccer team :).
and now the rehabilitation really can start.
on the agenda today & tomorrow: MAJOR CHILLING to do.
life is good. there's light at the end of this tunnel!