Remember when Porter was an excellent sleeper? We do. Sort of. It is just shy of a year mark since Porter has turned from a great sleeper to nothing that resembles good sleeper. A year. Night terrors, sleepless nights, tears, one grown man, one pregnant lady and one toddler in a full size bed, no one is getting in real sleep, kind of a year. And guess what? We have some answers! After switching doctors, trying all sorts of "natural" crap, seeing a sleep and pulmonary specialist we finally got a referral to an ENT. He did a nasal scope and Pman has some huge adenoids! So big in fact that they block 85% of his airway. This kid has been suffering from sleep apnea. And after the most ridiculous attempt to schedule surgery and some secretary cancelling porter;s surgery on accident and a very emotional mother crying, no sobbing, calling the hospital and Dr for over two hours he will finally get his adenoids and tonsils removed tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow I love you, you're only a day a way!!!!!
I like to educate my self on what is going on and I do best when I am prepared for things, pman is like me in this way. The hospital offers a free surgery prep class and thanks to my sister Katie for taking Shirley, we went. It was the best thing ever. They showed a movie for the kids of a robot who goes through what is going to happen at the hospital, they had a Q and A with a nurse, they showed the kids everything that would happen in pre op on a little doll and then each child got a "little buddy" doll with hospital pjs, he got a mask, gloves and cap and we got a tour of where we would be in the hospital. It was amazing. I am so glad we went. I am so thankful we finally have answers and that this little boy can finally have the chance to get well. It has been quite the year for us. Sometimes I feel like I am the bud of some joke with the way things have taken so many wrong turns, but all that matters is that we are moving forward. I love this kid. Porter, my kid. I am very anxious about tomorrow, I don't know exactly what to expect, I don't know how well I will handle letting someone take my child out of my arms and operate on them. It makes me feel very sick to my stomach. I know this is a surgery that is done all the time. I don't care. Don't tell me that. Things can happen. It scares me. I know the next few weeks will be trying, poor kid is going to be in so much pain and not really understand. All this talk has got my stomach in knots... Wish us luck, feel free to send prayers on his behalf.