Micah was in surgery for tonsils, tubes & adenoids.
It was scary. It was sad. I cried, a lot. Probably more than he did. To see your "big boy" curled up in the fetal position in a hospital crib with tubes coming out of his arm, gauze in his mouth, and coming out of anesthesia....well, words can't describe. In that moment, we wondered if we had made a mistake. We wondered if we were bad parents for putting him through that. We wondered if we traumatized him forever. In the 2 weeks that followed, we held him day and night, woke him up at 1am and 4am to give him his meds (which he firmly resisted), and slowly saw him get better. And he did get better!
Today, he is healthy and strong. He has not been to the doctor once for being sick (his average was 6-10 times a year for ear infections and bad coughs). He has had one or two colds that lasted a few days and then went away. That never happened before. His speech improved, he got a confidence boost, and he started talking more at school.
He remembers the experience, but has not said anything bad about it. He did say he was scared, but when we drive by the hospital he says, "That is where I had my surgery and they gave me popsicles, mommy!" And he loves his ENT and actually prefers to go to him over his regular pediatrician.
So, all that to say, sometimes the hardest things in life end up being the best things. :)
(Although, I am still kicking myself that I forgot my camera that day and only had my phone to use!)