Well the morning started out ok, I managed not to stress to much until I realized that waking the husband up was hard... I told him the night before I was going to wake him at 7am, and I wanted to be out of the house by at least 8.15am. Well He got out of bed at 7.50am and thankfully we were out of the house by 8.20am. We had to be there by 8.30am.  The hospital is not that far away so we got there five minutes early...

Francis enjoyed walking in there until he saw that we were walking towards a bed to sit on, then he realized that there were white coats every where and he started to get upset.. Thankfully I slipped a few trains into his bag before we left and the minute I gave him those he calmed down.

When it came time for him to go under, he screamed of course because a strange man was taking him away and mummy and daddy could not come with him.. Oh how hard that was.

Would you believe I actually told the nurse that he will not be happy not seeing us there and he will give them trouble when he wakes up... Hubby looks at me as did the nurse, and hubby says "Jess I am sure this is not the first time they will have to deal with something like that..". So ok I felt a little stupid, but hey my son was going in for an op and I knew he was not going to happy and well hey i can say silly things if I want.

There was a girl about 13 I'd say who was in a bed next to Francis and my god she was sooooo rude to her mum it was just horrible to listen to.. I wanted to say a word to the mother just to give her support and say you know I won't tell any one if you want to slap her around a bit.. I really really could not believe that a little girl of that age would talk to her mother like that. I would never have dreamed it. Not once did she say please. And after her opp (she had her adenoids out) she was even worse (understandable) but she was even giving the doctors hell.. Oh how satisfied I was when the doc mentioned they were going to give her a, what is it you know the tablet thing up the butt to stop the pain?? Anyway I am glad I got to hear the doc say that...  That will teach her for being so rude.. Not once did she say please when she asked her mum to do something.. And her mum just did it.. Hmmmmm

Anyway Francis is enjoying our bed, which had to be completely changed yesterday due to his vomiting on the bed..  Red, grrrrrrr my poor little guy... They are my favorite sheets too...

Yep for those who want to know, it is all Jelly and ice cream and juice for a few days, tomorrow I'll be able to give him milk again...  They even said fizzy drinks with out the fizz.  We brought some baby food for tomorrow too.. I wonder if he'll eat it...

He is not to much into the jelly, or the pudding but I think it is just because he was not ready to eat.. But I bet you when I get out the ice cream he is going to be happy...  I just hope that I will be able to ween him off it.. Sad part  is he may not be able to have chocolate on sunday... I hope he can...

He has been asking for toast and sandwiches and it breaks my heart I can't give it to him... Poor little guy....

He is doing fine though just feeling sorry for himself...

Chat later xxxx