Kennedy's Surgery

This past Thursday my 3 year old Kennedy had her tonsils and adenoids removed and ear tubes put in. She has developed sleep apnea due to the size of them both. We have known for a while that she will probably need this and because of Covid and working from home it seemed like the 'right' ish time to get this taken care of. Being the type A we all know I am I sent weeks preparing the house, buying every sort of frozen ice pop and children's Tylenol by the gallon. We even got her queen bed set up in her room as I figured I would be sleeping with her for the next little while. The day before surgery I felt m anxiety start to rear her ugly head and I began taking my emergency Ativan I have in situations like these. I can always tell when its about to start because I get VERY irritable and feel the need to clean incessantly. The morning of surgery came and we were up early and headed to Children's Hospital at 5 am- this was gonna make for one long ass day I thought on the drive over- I had ZERO freaking clue what this next week was going to throw my way. Check in and everything "pre surgery" was smooth and fairly easy. Since it was at Children's Hospital everything is 100 percent geared towards giving the most amazing care to littles and caring for families no matter the situation. Kennedy was enthralled with the little potties and the cool mask the nurses gave her for her stuffed puppy. They have all the things to keep kids calmed and distracted, movies, toys and specialists to come in and explain things in age appropriate ways, but there aren't quote as many tricks for anxious Mama's. As the time starting to come by heart started to palpitate and i started to get HOT. The nurses came in and told me it was time, they gave her some toys to keep her distracted from the fact we were leaving the room and headed into a cold ER. We held hands and then stopped in front of those double doors and they told me I couldn't come any father, she let go of my hand since I couldn't and they took her away- she didn't even look back and I LOST IT. The next 40 ish minutes flew by until the recovery nurse came through the waiting grooms doors. As we talked back, her prepared us that she was VERY upset. Here we go I thought..... She was right. Kennedy was HYSTERICAL and shaking and wanted to get the HELL out of there. After a little OXY and fluids we took her home. The next or 6 days was a contestant fight of getting her to take meds, almost every hour and drink anything she wanted. She slept with me, my Mom in the guest room and Jeff in her room to keep everyone sleeping enough to survive the next day. We had to resort to suppositories' half the time because her throat was too sore to swallow and most of the time she laid on the couch- drooling and crying. It was freaking terrible. We had to wake her during the night so the medication wouldn't totally ware off and she wouldn't wake in extreme pain. Day 4 my Mom went home, because she had to work the next day and she had gotten a a little cold while staying with us. Monday came thought like a shit storm.On Tuesday my Mom tested positive for Covid-19. In a panic, Jeff and I both went and got tested -He was positive and I was negative. So... picture this: home with a 3 year old recovering from surgery with a 7 month old and a very sick husband isolating from us for 2 weeks in the guest room. PURE HELL. The day Jeff's quarantine ended, the baby woke up sick as a dog. Red eyes, sleeping all day etc. We took her a few days later for a Covid test....POSITIVE! In her last few days of quarantine I woke up feeling awful and then of course I was positive. The difference is, when Mom gets sick there is no way to isolate from your kids because who is going to keep the house from exploding? At this point too, Jeff had to go back to work because he had been off for 3 weeks. My kids couldn't go anywhere because they have been exposed all month, and really no one could come here because our house was a breeding ground of nastiness.

Next to the birth of my babies, this was the HARDEST MONTH OF MY LIFE, but somehow I held it together even though the outcome was cancelling Christmas with both our families.