Post Op Complaining

Joshua had surgery last Friday for all who didn't know it. They removed his tonsills and adenoids and gave him new tubes to replace the others that had fallen out. Overall everything went well and we are experienced with the effects as both he and Michael have had surgeries before.

I like to think I am a compassionate mother...especially when my children are sick. But I am about to go crazy with Joshua. He has to be forced to drink and take his medicines. It is now Thursday, almost a full week after the operation and he will barely eat anything. It is wearing on my nerves and my patience. The little guy is so frail and weak. If he would just stop whining, take the meds, and drink and eat more than a teaspoon at a sitting he would feel better.

I sound like Rachel in Anne of Avonlea I know it, but I am getting frustrated and more worried about him. I am also tired and so are the other children of being bound to the house because Joshua isn't well enough to go anywhere. Not that we could afford it or that there is anywhere that Elliott would think is something fun.