Hell hath no fury...

...like Ethan when someone tries to attach a pulse ox monitor to him.  Ooooh, did that boy get MAD!  After four or five failed attempts at attaching the device to his finger or toe and then his finger again and then a toe and then the toe on the other foot, Ethan was so upset his cheeks turned the color of flames and stayed that way until he had his surgery. 

Ethan's surgery went well.  After not eating for over 13 hours he was in amazingly good spirits heading into the surgery.  He did not care for anyone to touch him or look at him or think about him other than myself.  I think he may have scarred a couple nurses for life but I'm sure some therapy will help.  The hospital gown presented some challenges when trying to climb into the cars in the Children's OR waiting room.  He managed though and took a few spins around the room and 'played' some video games.  He knew that something was definitely up when the nurse dressed in full scrubs came to take him away.  He had two wraps around my neck and wouldn't let go.  He is incredibly strong for one so small!!  Nonetheless, it was rather heartbreaking to go through.  After just over a two hour surgery, I was taken to recovery where Ethan was of course, wide awake and screaming bloody murder at the nurses.  They couldn't do anything with him.  Despite being high as a kite, he was still trying to climb out of his bed and attack those around him.  Luckily he recognized me through his drug induced haze and settled down a bit.  By that time he was hyperventilating and had the hiccups so he kept waking himself up.  He wouldn't go back in the recovery bed so I had to carry him up to the ward.  He didn't want to go in the bed there either.  Even morphine cannot minimize his determination!!  I sat with him for a long time and around 9:30 or so he finally laid in the bed.  He had a good night only waking once and he only cried for five minutes and then spent the next half-hour watching the lollipops and butterflies dance on the ceiling (I cannot actually vouch for that but I imagine he was having some freaky episodes with the morphine) . 

We've been home now for almost 48 hours and things are going well.  He is eating and drinking through the syringe.  Yesterday he had four jars of baby food, cereal, an egg and half of a Yop.  Syringe feeding has not really affected his appetite.  He has also developed an obsession for youtube.  He likes to sit in front of the laptop, watching Chinese children sing songs in Mandarin to the tune of Yankee Doodle, all the while eating.  He is such a little emperor. 

He has managed to get his arm restraints off twice but he doesn't know how he did it.  The Wii fit board is under the TV console and he was laying flat on his tummy trying to turn the board on.  Well, the velcro stuck to the berber carpet and sccchhhhllttt! off came the restraints.  He was puzzled but in his determination to turn on the board didn't realize what he did.  Never a dull moment around here. Yeesh!

He looks pretty good for just getting home from surgery!!