after years of needing his tonsils out, yesterday was max's day. he refused to call it surgery. "i'm not having surgery. i'm having my tonsils taken out."...whatever works, i say. he got to pick the menu the night before surgery, since it'd be his last solid food for awhile. he wanted chicken nuggets, homemade mac&cheese and peas. yes, i said peas. so that's what he got. absolutely anything to make the preparation process go as smoothly as possible! max can have a flair for the dramatic and i didn't want to be responsible for anything that might precipitate a meltdown. he had been pretty even keel about the whole thing all along and we were hoping that would continue...friday morning we were up and out before the sun came up. we had to be there at 6:30.
i woke up about 4 and couldn't get back to sleep. when that happens i figure God must've nudged me awake to talk to Him, so i did. in praying for max and his day i found myself praying for the Lord to fill him up with supernatural courage. and don't you know, that's what God did? from the moment we woke him up, and through every different phase at the hospital, he was calm as he could be. no upsets. he was surrounded by people he knows and loves. 2 friends from church were his O.R. nurses. my friend/coworker tammy's husband was his anesthesia guy. kim popped in to see him in the holding area.
other friends of ours who work there came in or called. lots of other phone calls from family/friends who couldn't come in. balloons sent to the house. a dvd delivery. a little bit of cash showed up in a get well card. we had a jello jiggler delivery just a few minutes ago. that's just God's arms all around us, you know? we let blake and luke stay home since we had to be out so early, but we kept them updated on max throughout the morning. when we got home, they had a spot all fixed up for him on the couch so he could camp out with the rest of us while he recuperates. they've both been very attentive and loving toward him. (they really do love each other!!!)
he's in a lot of pain, not talking - just writing us notes or using sign language. sips of water and an occasional popsicle are going in but not much else. his pain medicine stings his throat so that's kind of an every 4 hour struggle. minimal struggle, really - he knows he needs to take it so he does. dr. cuzzourt (his surgeon) called this morning to check on him (yes, you read that right...) he said if we wanted to change the pain med to let him know so he could call something else in for us. we decided to and called him back and he took care of it. we REALLY like that guy...max did kind of smile at me a little while ago. but i'm missing his voice. check back with me on that one though, the first time he whines for no reason.
after years of needing his tonsils out, yesterday was max's day. he refused to call it surgery. "i'm not having surgery. i'm having my tonsils taken out."...whatever works, i say. he got to pick the menu the night before surgery, since it'd be his last solid food for awhile. he wanted chicken nuggets, homemade mac&cheese and peas. yes, i said peas. so that's what he got. absolutely anything to make the preparation process go as smoothly as possible! max can have a flair for the dramatic and i didn't want to be responsible for anything that might precipitate a meltdown. he had been pretty even keel about the whole thing all along and we were hoping that would continue...friday morning we were up and out before the sun came up. we had to be there at 6:30. 
i woke up about 4 and couldn't get back to sleep. when that happens i figure God must've nudged me awake to talk to Him, so i did. in praying for max and his day i found myself praying for the Lord to fill him up with supernatural courage. and don't you know, that's what God did? from the moment we woke him up, and through every different phase at the hospital, he was calm as he could be. no upsets. he was surrounded by people he knows and loves. 2 friends from church were his O.R. nurses. my friend/coworker tammy's husband was his anesthesia guy. kim popped in to see him in the holding area. 
other friends of ours who work there came in or called. lots of other phone calls from family/friends who couldn't come in. balloons sent to the house. a dvd delivery. a little bit of cash showed up in a get well card. we had a jello jiggler delivery just a few minutes ago. that's just God's arms all around us, you know? we let blake and luke stay home since we had to be out so early, but we kept them updated on max throughout the morning. when we got home, they had a spot all fixed up for him on the couch so he could camp out with the rest of us while he recuperates. they've both been very attentive and loving toward him. (they really do love each other!!!) 
he's in a lot of pain, not talking - just writing us notes or using sign language. sips of water and an occasional popsicle are going in but not much else. his pain medicine stings his throat so that's kind of an every 4 hour struggle. minimal struggle, really - he knows he needs to take it so he does. dr. cuzzourt (his surgeon) called this morning to check on him (yes, you read that right...) he said if we wanted to change the pain med to let him know so he could call something else in for us. we decided to and called him back and he took care of it. we REALLY like that guy...max did kind of smile at me a little while ago. but i'm missing his voice. check back with me on that one though, the first time he whines for no reason.
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ahhhhh that last picture is precious. they all make me sad though-i dont like seeing mr. max out of comission like that. Oh well..this is the last time and he'll be a new man! (max man that is) glad he allowed God to carry him thru...kids are better at surrending things than us i think.
and tell him i agree on the name calling.....i call it an "ECTOMY" thats it.
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