My nails are all but gone

Well, tomorrow is the long-awaited grommet operation.
And I'm slowly having a mommy melt-down internally. I know its not a major operation but it still involves drugs, needles and maybe scalpels. All being stuck into my baby. Yes, I do know he will be unconscious. Another nail biter.


I decided to quickly re-read the pre-op instructions last night to make sure I hadn't missed anything. 
1. We aren't supposed to bring him in if he has a cold.
Bugger. He has a slightly snotty nose. When doesn't he have one? "Reschedule" is all very well but whose to say he won't have another cold at the next appointment? I've decided to take him in anyway. I can't help but wonder what happens to those children who go in for emergency ops already with runny noses? Mind you, I vaguely remember the ENT doc mentioning the Boy will have a tube inserted down his throat, so maybe that will help with his breathing.


2. Also no aspirin for 2 weeks prior to the operation.
Sh*t, does Dimetapp contain aspirin? Luckily, no, I don't see it listed on the label.


3. We have to be at the hospital and book him in by 7am, meaning we will have to get up at sparrow's fart, something the Husband does not do well. I will have to make an extra big cup of coffee for him in bed. Or drag him out of bed by his feet.


4. How am I to convince The Boy he can only have his juice or milk or tea only after he has been to see the nice doctor? That's a biggie for me. Mainly because I don't feel like being hassled when I'm on edge, and having to explain to a child (that normally has a drink first thing when he wakes up) that he can't have it tomorrow for no good reason other than that he simply can't is going to be difficult. Maybe I underestimate him. We'll have to see. Wish us luck.


And, oh Lord, please let us get there On Time! 


Then the waiting has to start. We are already booked for the morning but with state hospitals its just a game of Wait Till You're Called.
So I have a thirsty and bored child to cater for. Puzzles and books will have to be chosen and packed tonight.
No snacks this time either, Engeltjie.


I'm just hoping they don't refuse to admit him due to the snotty nose. Dammit.
Watch this space...


PS I try my hardest not to read the rubbish headlines plastered to the lamp posts every morning. Guess what caught my eye this morning - "Hospital disfigures my child".
Great. Just what I needed.