A Little Nervous

Isaac has had an eventful few days. It started with the unexpected on Friday and has hopefully ended with the scheduled today.

We’ll start with the unexpected which occurred Friday just after lunch. While tossing a ball in the living room, Isaac hit his head on the slate coffee table. (We had a great 4.5 year run going with this so far from baby proof table.) I heard him hit his head and waited…within a few seconds came the dreaded delayed scream followed by the handfuls of blood. Our neighbor, Lynn, saved the day by staying with Lucas while I took Isaac to get checked out at the pediatrician. All was good until the doctor wanted to look at his cut…that’s when he “got nervous” (his words not mine) and turned into a wet noodle that couldn’t sit on exam table without sliding off onto the floor. I literally had to lay on him on the table and hold his arms while he screamed hysterically that he didn’t want anyone to touch his face. As soon as the doctor finished gluing him back together, he was back to my confident little man.

He hasn’t complained about it once, but now 3 days later it looks its worst, all bruised up!

On the way home on Friday, we discussed how Isaac could not scream like that at his scheduled appointment on Monday morning to get his tubes back in and his adenoids out, as it would frighten all the other children. So this morning, we took things slow. I gradually got him to sit in the bed by drawing pictures with the markers the nurse gave us to decorate his sheet (great idea to distract kids at the hospital, but not so great when they ask where their sheet markers are when you get home!).

He drank his medicine down with no problem and as it’s supposed to it started to make him sleepy. But then came putting on the hospital gown and he wasn’t having it. I warned the nurse he was about to get hysterical (which he did) and forced the gown on him. It took putting his arms in 3 times before I actually got it tied tight enough where he couldn’t get out of it any more. Then, as loopy as he was from the medicine I watched 3 nurses try to keep him from jumping out of the bed on the walk down the hall all while he’s screaming “I don’t want tubes. I want my pajamas! I want my Mommy!” Talk about a rough few minutes for a mom, but in all fairness I was hysterical like that when I was a kid and we all know that payback can be hell sometimes! Forty-five minutes later we were in recovery waiting for the anesthesia to wear off (another pleasant experience) and then on our way home. He was in and out on the ride home, but at one point informed me of the following:

Isaac – “Mommy, I have a plan”

Me – “What’s your plan buddy?”

Isaac – “When we get home, I’m going to clean up the toys in my room”…[long pause, I’m thinking great!]…”and you’re going to give me money!”

Then he was back asleep. We spent the remainder of the day spoiling him rotten with tv, ice cream, and his favorite dinner. He’s back to normal now and will hopefully be feeling and hearing better shortly. He informed his daddy at dinner that he “got a little nervous” at the hospital. I’d really hate to see his definition of hysterical if all that was “nervous”!

Hopefully this brings to an end our couple days of excitement and doctor visits. I’m not sure Mommy is up for much more this week!!