On Monday we headed to the surgical tower for Max to have a procedure done.
He wasn't sure what to think about the new clothes, bracelets and people that were checking his vitals.
We typically address Max by his first name and rarely do I see or hear his whole name. Today as I looked at his name band there were thoughts that came flooding back. I am so thankful for everything that his name represents.
Max wasn't sure what to think about his hat!
He was quickly entertained by his new little pig that was waiting for him when we arrived.
Max did great as we waited for him to be taken up. The nurse came in and asked if we wanted to send something up with him that would be comforting when he was in recover before he was brought down to us. I said we would send his blanket. We need to put a tag on it so as I started to look for it we couldn't find it anywhere. The nurse and I tore the room apart numerous times. Guess where we found it? Mr. Max had put it up his pant leg, silly boy!
They let one of us go up with him and stay with him until he fell asleep so he didn't get too anxious.
Checking to see if he was still in his daddy's arms!
And they are off! Max's procedure went well but coming out of anesthesia wasn't fun. Max was really sad and didn't want to eat or drink anything. We couldn't be released until he got something down. We patiently tried to get him to attempt some juice or a Popsicle but he didn't want anything to do with it. He just had a very sad little cry. After a while the cry turned into being very mad and the poor little thing just wanted out of there. He started pulling of his monitors and then tried to pull out his IV. Finally we enticed him with a Popsicle in his not very happy state so we could get out of there. He should be back to his happy, active self in no time!
PS While he was under they did an xray and were able to confirm that he had passed his shiny little dime