Aaaarrggghhh...
What a 24 hours it's been. Ds2 went in to have his tonsils out yesterday morning and basically, instead of being in and out of theatre in 30 mins, they came to get me after just over and hour and sat me down in the relatives' room to tell me they couldn't wake him up
Worst nightmare...
Turns out he's got (wait for it) Pseudocholinesterase deficiency...
So his body couldn't get rid of the muscle relaxant part of the anaesthetic so they couldn't wake him up. It's a genetic disorder but we didn't know as neither me or his Dad have ever had any problems with anaesthetics - probably a recessive gene or something
Took 5 hours but eventually we got there.
But bloody hell dp and I have aged about 20 years overnight and now he's got to have further blood tests as it has implications for any anaesthetics he might have in future.
Thank God the hospital staff were utterly fantastic - if I had any money I'd will it to them or something!
Anyway, we're home now and I'm just venting - have never been so scared in my life and somehow have to get it all out so I can get back to being my usual shouty self with ds2!