Our oldest son Isaac had his adenoids and tonsils taken out this morning... and the whole hospital visit brought an old poem back to mind. Isaac was the picture of bravery today and each nurse that tended to him told us privately that he was just the most courteous boy. He thanked everyone for everything and even tried to turn down the nurse's offer of a popsicle for his extreemly sore throat, telling her that he "had some at home he could eat," thinking he would be putting her out! (Yes this is all Joel's doing. Kindness oozes out of him.........seriously)
On the way to the Surgery Center this morning...early... we had a great discussion with Isaac. When I first spoke to him this morning he was sitting calmly on the couch reading a lap-full of Amelia Bedelia books. I asked him how he was and he, without lifting his head from the book shrugged and told me....."I'm not scared....I just don't know what to be!" Gotta love him. Well this began the discussion about bravery that followed us all the way to the Center. We talked about Moses and how being afraid doesn't mean that you aren't brave. I just sat and loved hearing Joel explain some great Biblical examples in pint-sized bites. Today was just filled-to-the-brim with good memories. Joel bought me breakfast and I asked Isaac, once seated in the waiting room, if he would mind if I ate it....tho he wasn't allowed to eat after Midnight the night before, I think he was too nervous to be hungry anyways, still absorbed with Amelia Bedelia. We were checked in, Isaac and I got matching wrist bands....like they wouldn't know he was mine....(ever read the Ransom of Red Chief???? I digress...) then it was a jaunt to the pre-op. Our anxiety was surpassed by the ever-hilarious pint-sized Hospital gown with his fruit of the looms peeking out, not to be out-done by his "duck slippers" as we affectionately called them. I will post pics of them later... All three of us laughed at those things!!! Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz would have killed for them! Anywho.. we knew the IV was coming, told him about it days earlier..but all stashed information falls out of your brain when you see a nice lady with a needle comin at you. He kept a stiff upper lip..and so did Joel ( little inside joke...love you Honey!) and that was over. The walk to the OR was a wee bit sad, and Isaac trickled a few tears, but we kept talking about being brave and he (our little duck) walked into the OR like a little man.
Joel had to run back to school to teach and I waited in the (what else) waiting room until summoned by the Doctor who is absolutely hilarious in his own right. Not enough time to elaborate on HIM. Wow. Anyway, back I go to see my brave boy who is red eyed, swollen and has "what did I just get myself into" written all over him. And his first words to me?? "WHHHHHHERS DAAAADDD???" Bless his little heart he sounded like a Muppet. So I called Joel and told him he just had to find a way to come back up... which he did, and which commenced some more unbelievably sweet memories. Just the three of us, well four if you count Amelia Bedelia, and we took turns reading aloud to Isaac, with all of us laughing.... a sweet time that I will forever remember. Joel called it an "Amelia Bedelia Marathon." It was fun because we were together. It was fun because Amelia Bedelia really is a hoot. It was fun because we were relieved that everything went well. It was fun because Donna (who I am indebted to) snuck in a great cup of coffee which Joel and I shared. It. Was. Fun. Proving that we Royalty's really do have a blast in the weirdest of situations. Sweet time sipping hot coffee, reading Amelia Bedelia ( which I still can't figure out WHY the author insists on making the reader say her FULL name EACH and EVERY SINGLE time she is mentioned!!! Can't they say, SHE, HER,.... MELIA! for Pete's sake??) and belly laughing.
I made Isaac a notebook with pencil that hung around his neck. It came in handy. I am going to show him that pad of paper someday and the scribbles and we will laugh some more. He has eaten his weight in yogurt and finally zonked out on the couch. What a day. I must add that my sweet MIL, Mother in law, made us a delicious dinner and my Hubby picked up the kiddos from her house late in the afternoon, giving me a few hours of quiet time with just Isaac. Who was taking the sore throat oath of silence by this time, allowing me to get the whole house in ship-shape, watch my favorite parts of "Sheffey," get some fall candles burning (my trademark after cleaning) and do some punch needle embrodery. (Lest you think I am "all that" refer to previous post..) God is good to us, and Isaac is on the mend.
Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow
Got a sliver in my hand
An' it hurt to beat the band,
An' got white around it too;
Then the first thing that I knew
It was all swelled up, an Pa
Said: "There's no use fussin', Ma,
Jes' put on his coat an' hat;
Doctor Johnson must see that."
I was scared an' yelled, because
One time when the the doctor was
At our house he made me smell
Something funny, an I fell
Fast asleep, an' when I woke
Seemed like I was goin' to choke;
An' the folks who stood about
Said I'd had my tonsils out.
An' my throat felt awful sore
An' I couldn't eat no more,
An' it hurt me when I'd talk,
An' they wouldn't let me walk.
So when Pa said I must go
To the doctor's, I said: "No,
I don't want to go to-night,
'Cause my hand will be alright."
Pa said: "Take him Ma," an so
I jes' knew I had t' go.
An' the doctor looked an' said:
"It is sore an' red --
Much too sore to touch at all.
See that picture on the wall,
That one over yonder, Bud,
With the old cow in the mud?
"Once I owned a cow like that,
Jes' as brown an' bug an' fat,
An' one day I pulled her tail
An' she kicked an' knocked the pail
Full o' milk clean over me."
Then I looked up there t' see
His old cow above the couch,
An' right then I hollered 'ouch.'"
"Bud," says he, "what's wrong with you;
Did the old cow kick you, too?"
An' he laughed, an' Ma said: "Son,
Never mind, now, it's all done."
Pretty soon we came away
An' my hand's all well to-day.
But that's first time that I knew
Picture cows could kick at you.
The delightful - Edgar A. Guest
P.S. Isaac's name means, "Laughter." :-)