We were told that behaviors (especially temper tantrums) are sometimes exaggerated as the anesthetic wears off. Wow -were they ever! He was okay the first few minutes he was awake. Then he saw us and the screaming, pinching, biting, and hair pulling began. The nurses felt so bad for us. I'm pretty sure I'll require a hair transplant due to the amount that Noah yanked out this morning. We were quite the scene getting off the elevator to go to the car: I was struggling to hold Noah, the nurse was doing her best to release his hands from the death grip he had on my hair, Noah was screaming bloody murder, and Mark was balancing our belongings, including a red plastic fireman's hat that was precariously perched on top of his head. I'm sure we unnerved all prospective patients who were entering the hospital!
Noah is sleeping now and I think I'll take a nap too. What a day - and it's barely 10 o'clock!
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Bless you! I'm glad the surgery went ok. I know you all must be tired. I'm praying for a lot of rest and calmness the remainder of the day.
As hard as the morning was, you will be thankful that you have it in writing now so that you will remember it for years to come...and I'm sure laugh at that point about it!
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