We’re home from the hospital! We checked in on Wednesday and left today, Sunday. Roo is recovering nicely and the surgery went well. We were pleased with the skill and bedside manners of his doctors, and the nurses were kind and polite. Only one complaint, and our Doctor warned us ahead of time, the food. There ought to be a law: Any hospital performing a tonsillectomy on a preschooler must offer ice cream as an option for comfort. The main obstacle to proving he was healed enough to have his IV removed and go home was if he could demonstrate that he could eat. And, the food did warrant the negative barrage historically attributed to the words "hospital food". I can honestly say I don’t know one American child, even the most disciplined of eaters, that looks forward to tofu, spinach steeped in soy, and boiled carrots. To top it off, the hospital is strict about their policy of no outside food. Therefore yesterday, when a friend secretly carried in a contraband carton of ice cream, I took Roo in the bathroom of our thankfully private room and instructed him that “he can’t say a word!”. 
Above we are passing time by playing “airport”. The pink bucket is the terminal, the milk carton the control tower with a straw for the antenna, and the tray is the runway. Down below the tray is where the cars drop off and pick up travelers.
3 comments:
glad you are home - Ariana wants to see Ryder!!!!
glad to hear it went well. and what's this about no ice cream!? sheesh!
oh, that sounds like GOOD hospital food to me, but my children would not eat that! Good thing you had ice cream backup.
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