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We kinda survived. There were no issues with the IV. However, he was not a happy camper about the seemingly never ending sore throat that goes along with getting your tonsils out.

To make matters worse, it took this operation to discover that my son is allergic to hydrocodone. The painkillers they prescribed for him had the exact opposite reaction that it was supposed to. Rather than making him lethargic and want to sleep (and numb the pain at the same time), this medicine made him completely hyper (and we couldn’t tell if he was feeling less pain or not). So, we had to tough it out with regular old children’s Tylenol until we could get in touch with the doctor’s office the next day.

Needless to say, Wednesday night was pretty rough around here. At first, it looked like everything was going to be okay. Without notice, Ian suddenly sat up in Bekah’s lap and announced that he was going to bed at around 7:30p. We did not argue. We walked him into his room, made him as comfortable as we could and hoped for the best for a good night’s sleep. However, about two hours later, he was up and screaming because of the pain in his throat. We gave him his Tylenol and put him to bed with us. Where we learned that he had been not swallowing his saliva until he absolutely had to. So, about every 10-15 minutes, we would hear him swallow followed by either a very dry cough and/or a short round of screaming in pain. This went on until about 2:30a. After that, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I got up, had a midnight snack, and read a lot in my book.

Anyway, yesterday, they prescribed Tylenol with Codine and that seemed to do the trick. My son has been sleeping very well since. In fact, I think he’s actually on another orbit right now. He really wants something to eat and/or drink, but he takes the first sip of something and will not touch another drop of it after he feels it causing more pain in this throat. We are having to force liquids on him to keep him from getting dehydrated.

It’s been a long two days and today is probably going to be the worst for me. Bekah’s at work today and I’m home with both of the kids by myself. After he wakes up from his early morning drug-induced nap, I’m going to have to force him to take his antibiotic and try to get some Pedialyte into him somehow. Yesterday, it took Bekah and I together to accomplish both of these tasks and it still was a wrestling match.

Wish me luck.