Operation

Today was the big day.  Coco got his tonsils and adenoids out.  No one gets those out anymore. It was routine for my generation.  It was almost as common as the chicken pox.  The trouble was, that operation is where I found out that I had Malignant Hyperthermia.....the hard way.  Demi knows the history.  It was in her head the whole time.  That is what made this whole day traumatic.  Everyone who came within 3 feet of Coco heard the words "Malignant Hyperthermia."  There would be no doubt in anyone's mind.  What are mom's for really?  Protect your cubs.
     The whole thing went off without a hitch.  Coco reached his goal of counting down from 100 to 1 during the knock out process.....sort of...."100, 99, 98, 83.......1.......2...77" and out!  He was under the knife for about 40 mins.  He was actually awake a lot earlier than I expected.  He was charming all the nurses.  He was really quite the one boy show.  He original rap needed some work but he was the most polite I think I have ever seen him.  The nurses kept coming over to see him, more than the occasional check in.  He got the royal treatment, water, Popsicles, you name it.  They got him up to his room early.  We could finally relax and take a breath.  The worst was over.  And the worst really wasn't that bad.