Trey and Mama, part 1
With Brandon doing his basketball thing last night, tonight, and tomorrow night, Trey and I are on our own. I'm going to try to post for each night.
It's been a whirlwind of a week and a half, starting off with Trey's surgery. It was harder on the adults than on him, I'm sure. He was not happy at any point during our stint at the hospital, freaking out when anyone touched him or especially when they put that oxygen saturation monitor on his toe. Guess he's like his dad and doesn't want anyone messing with his feet.
The one exception to Trey's unhappiness was after the first round of anesthesia kicked in. They had him drink a liquid that made him, well, drunk. During the drunkenness, Trey fixated on this plastic ring stacker that was in the room. He insisted on holding as many rings in his hand as he could, and I had to hold the stacker pole piece. Which was hard considering by this time he had lost control of his head, so I'm trying to hold up basically a 25-pound infant and keep the toy within reach.
Trey never really got around to actually playing with the ring stacker, he just looked back and forth from the rings to the pole for about 20 minutes. Brandon thought this was hilarious. And it was.
Then I took Trey back to the OR and held him while they administered the sleeping gas. The lethargy took a backseat for a few minutes, as Trey raged against me and the doctors holding him down, crying and thrashing his little body. The anesthesiologist is trying to sing "Old MacDonald" over Trey's cries, and I'm crying - it's just a mess.
After Trey finally went to sleep, they took my boy from me, I gave him a kiss, and had to walk away. Oh the things our kids put us through.
Life got a little better once I was out with the rest of the family again. Amid the banter I was encouraged thinking of the many people who were praying for us, and picturing Jesus standing at the head of the operating table, holding Trey's hand. How do people go through the hard things in life without Jesus? I'll never know.
Anyway, the surgery went fine. Trey was as unhappy as they predicted coming out of anesthesia. Aside from most of the car ride home, he was that way for the majority of the rest of the day - either sleeping or crying uncontrollably.
What really stunk was that on the way home from the hospital and over the next couple of hours, I got really really sick. I'll spare the details, but it involved a lot of, um, demonstrative nausea and Brandon taking me to urgent care, then yet another hospital for the day. I spent the next four days unable to eat, weak as can be, and lost a quick and not-so-easy ten pounds.
Calendar year health insurance deductible? Met. In one day. Yeah.
I'm so thankful to Brandon for being a rock during this time. He was so strong for all of us. And while I was sick, he took care of the house. Have to brag on my man.
I'm also thankful for my parents, Whitney, and Brandon's parents who took care of Trey while I was unable. Basically four days away from my boy, and that was honestly the worst part of my sickness. Especially because he wasn't feeling great.
Which is why I'm so glad to have this time over the next few days with Trey. I love my baby boy sooooo much. Here are some highlights from last night, as we just messed around the house together.
It's been a whirlwind of a week and a half, starting off with Trey's surgery. It was harder on the adults than on him, I'm sure. He was not happy at any point during our stint at the hospital, freaking out when anyone touched him or especially when they put that oxygen saturation monitor on his toe. Guess he's like his dad and doesn't want anyone messing with his feet.
The one exception to Trey's unhappiness was after the first round of anesthesia kicked in. They had him drink a liquid that made him, well, drunk. During the drunkenness, Trey fixated on this plastic ring stacker that was in the room. He insisted on holding as many rings in his hand as he could, and I had to hold the stacker pole piece. Which was hard considering by this time he had lost control of his head, so I'm trying to hold up basically a 25-pound infant and keep the toy within reach.
Trey never really got around to actually playing with the ring stacker, he just looked back and forth from the rings to the pole for about 20 minutes. Brandon thought this was hilarious. And it was.
Then I took Trey back to the OR and held him while they administered the sleeping gas. The lethargy took a backseat for a few minutes, as Trey raged against me and the doctors holding him down, crying and thrashing his little body. The anesthesiologist is trying to sing "Old MacDonald" over Trey's cries, and I'm crying - it's just a mess.
After Trey finally went to sleep, they took my boy from me, I gave him a kiss, and had to walk away. Oh the things our kids put us through.
Life got a little better once I was out with the rest of the family again. Amid the banter I was encouraged thinking of the many people who were praying for us, and picturing Jesus standing at the head of the operating table, holding Trey's hand. How do people go through the hard things in life without Jesus? I'll never know.
Anyway, the surgery went fine. Trey was as unhappy as they predicted coming out of anesthesia. Aside from most of the car ride home, he was that way for the majority of the rest of the day - either sleeping or crying uncontrollably.
What really stunk was that on the way home from the hospital and over the next couple of hours, I got really really sick. I'll spare the details, but it involved a lot of, um, demonstrative nausea and Brandon taking me to urgent care, then yet another hospital for the day. I spent the next four days unable to eat, weak as can be, and lost a quick and not-so-easy ten pounds.
Calendar year health insurance deductible? Met. In one day. Yeah.
I'm so thankful to Brandon for being a rock during this time. He was so strong for all of us. And while I was sick, he took care of the house. Have to brag on my man.
I'm also thankful for my parents, Whitney, and Brandon's parents who took care of Trey while I was unable. Basically four days away from my boy, and that was honestly the worst part of my sickness. Especially because he wasn't feeling great.
Which is why I'm so glad to have this time over the next few days with Trey. I love my baby boy sooooo much. Here are some highlights from last night, as we just messed around the house together.
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