Dr. Redett sent his nurse a message after Max's surgery: "Max B looks amazing!!!". Not only does he look amazing, but this kid is truly amazing! He was in a great mood all day, despite fasting, not napping, and being in a hospital for so long. Dr. Redett was actually running ahead of schedule (like doctors usually do...ha) and was able to start at 2:45pm; Max fasted until then like a champ! He had a blast playing ball with the nurses, who fawned all over him like a rock star. Around 2:00pm he became fixated on finding a snack, but by that point he did not have the energy to get mad, he just sweetly repeated, "I want a snack". We told him that Dr. Redett would give him a snack when he was all done, so he made David drag him around in a wagon looking for the doctor. He only cried very briefly two times: when mommy had to put on scrubs and when he had the gas mask on in the operating room. Surprisingly he was not scared of the operating room itself. Since it was all white and silver, I told him it was a space ship and that he was going to outer space; he proceeded to tell the nurses he was going to fly. However, Max hated the "astronaut mask" (gas mask). It took a few nurses to hold him down and he managed to knock everything off the table. All of that was over in a matter of seconds and the General was off in outer space dream land. Two hours later he woke up groggy, uncomfortable, and somehow more handsome than ever.
On the way out of the hospital tonight, with a mouth (and fists) full of fruit snacks, Max said, "Dr. Redett found me a snack". Even with a fresh dose of Oxycodone Max cannot forget a thing.
Max did great on the car ride and is certainly happy to be home, but he is in some pain. The poor guy keeps saying, "my nose hurts".
Popsicles for breakfast, laughs in the car, and games in the hospital. Max had a pretty fun day until he woke up in recovery at 5pm.
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