He had, once again, not eaten anything for over 20 hours pre-sugery and he woke up ugly and angry. They knock him out just after he had screamed himself to sleep and he woke up just where he left off. I had to hold on to him for over 15 minutes while he pulled my glasses off, scratched at my eyes, pushed his whole weight against my neck, bite me, kicked me and hit me. Oh the joys of being Mom. He did wrench my left wrist a little too much and it still hurts (the one that had the bone marrow graft a year ago - i hope he didn't actually damage it) Skeeter is one strong child (just look at his dad)
I can't wait to get home even though this was a shorter visit. i hate it when he is sedated or knocked out. I hate surgery and I hate all the drug. But it doesn't matter that i hate it... he needs it and he needs me.
And I need him.