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Ian after his operation, recovering - sleeping like an angel.

He woke up with a smile - No problems.

Henk after his operation - Recovering.

After lots of bribing, eventually he ate some jelly.

The chewing gum was nice!

And now he’s getting tired of the hospital

Finally, we’re home!!

The operations last week Wednesday went very well, all considering.  Above is a couple of photos we took in the hospital.  (Sorry about the poor quality, but I didn’t feel like taking my camera with and taking photos of them in hospital - as it is, the people thought I was half crazy! …). 

Stii took Ian into the theater room, and I had the pleasure of taking Henk.  By the time Henk went in, he was beside himself.  At one stage the hospital staff actually closed the doors because Henk was totally out of control, crying for his brother, crying because it was almost 11 o’clock and he hasn’t had anything to drink or eat since 20:00 the previous night.  I think it’s absolutely ludicrous to expect anybody to keep a 2 year old quite and relaxed since 6 o’clock the morning.  Eventually they gave him something to calm him down, and that had the opposite effect, he went even more crazy.  And all he wanted was his brother.  Needless to say, I was stressed out, Henk was stressed out, Stii was stressed out.  Eventually when I went into the theater room with him, he was clinging to his bed like a little monkey and I had to literally pull him from the bed.  When he got hold of me, the theater personnel had to pull him from me - he was stuck to me like Velcro.  That broke my heart! When they put the anaesthesia mask on him and the last breath he took I could see, looking at his throat, that he was struggling to breathe.  That was it! I told the doctors (very controlled) that my son was struggling to breath and they must do something NOW!  WELL, I was quickly escorted OUT of the theater room and told to please wait outside, they will call me when they are finished.  My heart was breaking for my little boy that was so scared and bewildered and I felt like a horrible mom, allowing all of this!

Ian was a little angel, not once did he complain or cry.  He’s a real strong little boy!  Being back at home, Henk was, and still is, driving us insane with his crying.  I know his throat is very, very sore, but PLEASE, give us a break!  The more irritated we get with Henk, the more irritated Stii and I get with one another.  There’s been a couple of times this past week that we snapped at each other, but it’s all a horrible combination of little sleep and high stress levels both at work and at home. 

Stii’s got the Afrigator project to finish and he’s flying to Jhb tomorrow (leaving me alone … again), aswell as his other contracts, and has been working into the early morning hours trying to keep everybody happy.  With the current floods in our area, I’m VERY, VERY busy at work, trying to cope with all the stress that comes with my job. In the end, getting home at night, with a 2 year old that doesn’t care whether you had horrible day or not, having his own tantrums, demanding your immediate attention in everything he does, having a very sore throat and just not feeling well, it really pushes you to your limits when it comes to self control.

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