Ronan has been so crabby for about two weeks. I mean CRABBY! Everything set this kid off.
Well, it turns out he had a good reason to be so upset. On Wednesday I notices his very crooked jaw line. That piled together with a bunch of other things led me to think something pretty was wrong.
Three doctor visits later we were in the ER.
Can I just say, Ronan is a fighter? He is.
He fought a sedative and several morphine doses to stay awake. No matter what, he would not chill out and sleep.
When they tried to add an IV he really freaked. He started screaming all kinds of sad but funny things.
"Mom! Look what they did! Look at my arm!"
"Help! Let me out! Get me out of here. Help!"
"Don't let them get me!"
And now when anybody in scrubs comes around he yells,"No! You can not help fix me!"
Last night he told me,"Mom,
I want to hit her.", when the nurse left.
We had lots of visitors and a pretty good time all in all.
I had to ride on the bed with Ronan and he opened all the hospital doors with the "force". We were doing that waaaayyy before the stupid super bowl commercial. They actually owe us some money.
Ronan had a nice pocket of puss hanging out between his jaw and spine.
The surgeon drained it and removed his adenoids as well.
It has been quite a party.
Ronan even got a sweet nerf bow from some friends. He spent the evening aiming and shooting. Leave it to Ronan to find a way to have a weapon in the hospital. Like father like son.
Thanks everybody for everything!