When routine goes terribly wrong...

I took Ammon in to have his tonsils removed on the morning of April 11th, just five short days after he turned three. He decided to stop breathing and the nurses couldn't revive him after surgery. The docs had to rush him back into the OR and revive him there. What followed was an emotionally and physically exhausting stay in the hospital. I spent most of the night holding the oxygen over his mouth and nose and fighting to gethim to take some pain meds. His night nurse was not very nice AT ALL after I told her the doctor had mistakenly prescribed the wrong pain killer and I didn't want my son having anymore. I told her she needed to wake the doctor up and get the orders changed to the correct kind, until then we would do with Tylenol. That didn't go over too well. But Ammon was doing much better by mid morning on Tuesday, so Denver and Enoch came to get us and bring us home. The wheel chair was a hit with both boys. :) Thank you to my Heavenly Father for letting me keep my boy. Thank you to my husband for being worthy to give him a Priesthood blessing that I know kept him here with us. Thank you!