Bright and early this morning, Nick and I took Chase to a Children's Hospital for his hernia surgery. We were so thankful to have a girl from our church come over at 6:30am to watch the other two for us, so that we could both be with Chase.
Chase became a little leery of the whole thing when we asked him to put on a dress, but I think most males would be suspicious of that. He enjoyed the cars he could drive around in the pre-op area.
An hour later the doctor came to the waiting room to tell us the surgery had gone as planned and what to expect for recovery. Sadly for Chase, he'll have to skip swim class this weekend. As soon as Chase was awake and recovering we were brought back to see him. This is where it took a yucky turn... The nurse informed us that being pumped full of fluid on the IV had triggered massive diarrhea. Uh oh. Chase's eyes kept welling up with tears but he wouldn't say a word to any of us. I think he was just overwhelmed with the whole thing. Poor kid!
Due to the diarrhea (which the nurses suspect is from Rotavirus, not the flu) we stayed a little bit longer in recovery to make sure he wasn't getting dehydrated. Since coming home, Chase has had some Sprite and some crackers and seems a tiny bit perkier. He's now zoned out on the couch watching Veggie Tales while his brothers nap in their room. Here he is at the table eating crackers...
Thanks to all of you for the prayers of peace and calming you sent our way! We felt them for sure. Now just pray the boys finally get over this ickiness!