were all grateful that Aiden’s surgery was not at the crack of dawn…well,
except for Aiden who couldn’t eat or drink from midnight on. Thankfully, he’s
taken to sleeping a bit later in the mornings this summer so it wasn’t too much
of an issue.
the lady called me yesterday, she told me that we needed to pay when we
arrived. After insurance, she said it was $475.68. On the way to the surgical
center, I went over that with Nelson and he said no way. “We’ve had too many
things go on. We’ve got to be closer to our deductible than that. Call
insurance and let’s work this out before we get there.”
enough, he was right. The insurance representative said it should be $138.
That’s a whole lot better than the $400 figure or waiting six months and paying
upwards of $2,500!
was scared but too “mature” to let on. When they called him back, I saw the
lump in his throat. We got to go with him as they prepared him for surgery. He
changed into his lavender gown and climbed into the bed. “Purple? Really?” was
his first line of questioning.
nursing staff was outstanding. They joked with him about the gown among other
things as we waited to see the surgeon. They explained that they wouldn’t even
put the IV in until he was asleep and assured him that once that happened, he
wouldn’t feel a thing.
being Aiden however, wanted to know EXACTLY what was going to happen. “Do you
really want to know?” the nurse asked him and then looked at us to make sure it
was ok to answer.
my kid with non-stop questions,” I explained. “He hates surprises. Go ahead and
she gingerly explained, “they burn them.”
eyes got wide with a mixture of fear and awe. “Okay,” was what he got out. “How
do they do that?”
when the surgeon walked in. To our great surprise, it was his doctor, the one
who told us he’d be unable to do it because of prior commitments to clinic
hours. “Dr. R!” I exclaimed with the excitement of someone finding a long lost
relative. “It’s so good to see you. Thank you so much for being here.”
smiled a confident, happy smile. “Well Aiden, are you ready to get this over
sir,” he said. “How are you going to get them out?” he wanted to know from the
man in charge.
stick a long tool up your nose, burn those suckers and yank them out,” he said
in the language an eleven-year-old boy could appreciate. “Don’t worry bud, you
won’t feel a thing. Say good bye to mom and dad and let’s get those adenoids
said our goodbyes and prayed over our boy. It doesn’t matter how old they are
or how routine the surgery, sending your child into an operating room is not an
easy task. For once this week, for Aiden’s sake, I did not cry.
waited and prayed and talked. It wasn’t long before we were called back again.
We sat in a small room where Aiden’s doctor came in and assured us that
everything went very well. He said that the adenoids were much larger than he
thought so “you definitely made the right decision. He was going to need
surgery no matter what.”
felt grateful and relieved as we went back into the post op area. They were
wheeling Aiden down the hall as we entered. “He did great,” the nurse assured
us. “He’s a little weepy but that’s the anesthesia, not because he’s in pain.”
enough, my big, brave boy was slumped over in that lavender gown with his head
in his hand. “Hey buddy,” I said. “The doctor said it went great and that those
pesky adenoids are out.”
was trying to hide his tears and absolutely convinced he was in pain. Since Max
has had two surgeries, I know that coming off anesthesia can be a bear so I
went with it. Nelson took the whole, you’re a man be tough route. Sometimes
kids just need a mama.
the time we were half way home, he was in better spirits. I remembered that the
pharmacy had called to say they had a prescription ready for Aiden. I couldn’t
for the life of me remember what it was for. I asked Nelson to call them and
find out with the intention of stopping for it while we were out.
to find out, the doctor had called in the steroids in case the surgery didn’t
work out. “Out of curiosity,” Nelson asked the pharmacist, “how much is it?”
There was a pause and then he asked, “That’s with insurance? Okay. No, we will
not be picking that up.”
out the first month’s supply of that steroid he was going to be taking for six
months was $125. I took it as one more sign from God that we made the right
decision and I was very, very grateful.