After an uneventful night, likely due to our diligence in waking up every three hours to give more pain meds, our little guy woke up at 9:00 a.m. If I didn't know better, I would have had a hard believing anything had even happened. He happily got out of bed and headed downstairs for morning cartoons. Before we knew it, he was jumping around, playing with big sister, and trying to wrestle the dog. Biggest challenge of the morning was keeping him quiet.
The nurse from Children's called to check in around 11:00 a.m. and was happy with his progress. Reminded us that keeping him quiet was very important and that he'd likely have a tough day between day 4 and 8 when the scabs come off.
His appetite was good throughout the day and his energy level was good. It wasn't until about 6:00 p.m. that he started using sign language because he said it hurt to talk. This was about the time we noticed his voice pitch had changed slightly. We gave him some oxycodone to make him more comfortable. He honestly probably would have been fine but the oxycodone doesn't seem to make him groggy so figured we'd make him as comfortable as possible. He ate a great dinner - ice cream, jello, applesauce and soup. In fact as we were all about to eat steak and salad (which he hates), he bowed to his dinner and said "Thank you, tonsils, thank you". Very pleased to not be forced to eat steak I guess.
After another dose of oxycodone and Ibuprofen around 10:00 p.m., we had to force him to go to bed. He was definitely not 100% on day 2 (or even close) but so much more comfortable, happy, and energetic than I expected. On to Day 3!
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