My son is having his tonsils out next week. Back in November when he
went in for his annual check up I asked the doctor about his tonsils
because they seemed huge to me, plus he was snoring. He wasn’t sick and
his tonsils weren’t inflamed, they were just really large, and when he
said “AH” they practically touched. His cousin had her tonsils removed
because they were blocking so much of her airway, otherwise I wouldn’t
have thought to ask about it. I’ve only ever associated removing
tonsils with being sick.
The doctor agreed that his tonsils were huge and referred me to a
specialist over at Children’s Hospital. The Children’s Hospital here in
Wisconsin is one of the very best at what they do, I think ranked third
in the country. We have always been impressed with treatment there and
I trust them. The specialist looked in my son’s mouth and said on the
one to four scale of tonsil gigantitude (I’m sure that was the official
term)–one being smallest, four being really huge–Quinn’s tonsils were a
four. She recommended removing them and part of his adenoids. The
concerns had to do with potential speech problems and trouble breathing
at night, as well as possible complications when infected.
We went ahead and scheduled the surgery. It seemed like the right
thing to do. To my husband it still seems like the right thing to do.
Now I’m not so sure.
Quinn’s tonsils still look large, but of course as soon as we
scheduled him for surgery his one real symptom of that being a problem
essentially disappeared. He stopped snoring. So now what? I’m uneasy
to say the least about the idea of my four year old boy going under
anesthesia and having something cut out of his throat. If it’s not
necessary I don’t want to do it. I know that it’s a surgery that is
easier on younger patients, so if it has to happen it makes more sense
to do it now than later. But what if he doesn’t need it? What if
something goes wrong and it was not a necessary risk to begin with?
Okay, I know I just sound like a panicky mom. Probably because I am a
panicky mom sometimes. But it’s hard when your gut is telling you one
thing and doctors are telling you another. I’m in control and I have
the power to stop this, but I really don’t know if I should. As of this
moment we’re still on course for surgery, but I want to feel better
about it. I’m nervous.
Quinn seems to be okay with it, but I can tell he’s nervous too. We
went to the hospital yesterday for an orientation of sorts, where
someone showed Quinn photos of what to expect and things doctors wear
and use for him to touch and ask questions about. We put monitor tabs
on his stuffed toy and a mask over its face. Then I took Quinn to the
gift shop and told him to pick out anything he wanted and we would buy
it when we came back to the hospital. I wanted him to have something to
look forward to about returning there. After his recent trip to a
different hospital to be hooked up to an IV for
an afternoon he’s skittish about going. I told him when they put in
the IV this time he will be asleep and won’t feel it. I also told him
he could pick out four flavors of ice cream to eat for when we get home
and he said he wanted all of them to be chocolate. (That’s my kid!)
I still have my tonsils, despite all kinds of infections in first
grade that I remember vividly. My brothers both had theirs removed when
they were young. My grandma had the tonsil story of horror though,
because she had them removed as a child and they grew back. When her
doctor told her as an adult that she needed to have her tonsils out, she
told him he must not be a very good doctor because she’d already had
them out. But they were back, and he used a local anesthetic and
operated on her while she was awake–and then it wore off halfway through
the operation. She said there was no choice but to keep going, and
that that pain beat out childbirth and anything else she could think
of. (To add insult to injury, the doctor told her later that, “I
wouldn’t have let someone do that to me.”) Gives me shivers just
thinking about it.
So! That can’t be helping me while weighing everything in my mind. I
just want to do the right thing for my little boy. Am I being overly
concerned? Do I sound silly? I think I need to call the doctor and
have a chat. That will probably confuse things more but it’s worth a
try.
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