We made it though an exhausting day with a hospital traumatized little dude. He was beside himself before the procedure as the pre-op sedative had almost no effect. I wish I had read anonymous comment about insisting that she follow her child into the OR. Because we definitely had an arms outstretched, "Mommy mommy don't leave me I don't want to do it. I don't wanna do it!" parting at the doors.
I don't think he is in more pain than daughter, but because he is inclined to be anxious the pain really freaks him out. And at exactly 10 minutes prior to his next dose of Codeine Tylenol he starts hyperventilating. My gut tells me he is the lucky recipient of my anxiety, but another voice in my head (and it's getting crowded in there at this pint) tells me that he is traumatized from all his earlier hospital visits. The frequent febrile seizures caused from out of nowhere fevers that led to many neurological tests. And the two sets of stitches he had before age 2, which I think are a result of the seizures. His balance is just now evening out.
Hell, I don't know how moms with more serious mommy trauma like Multiple Baby do it. I end up pulling inside myself so I can be strong and force the teaspoon of pain reliever down a screaming child's throat. And then end up feeling totally distanced from my family. Like I've gone too far inside myself in order to be efficient and not break down with soggy sympathy for son.
Husband is flicking the lights on and off signaling me that I better get my ass upstairs for son because he has to work tomorrow. Soggy Bloggy Sympathy time is over.