...also known as, "Mommy, remember Okla-homba City? We took Dylan to the HOSpital. We rode the wallavators! Remember, Mommy??" ~Little M.
If you've been reading long, you know we've postponed Dylan's follow-up EGD (you know, follow-up from when he was SIX WEEKS OLD?!) for about as long as one can postpone something. So we finally buckled down a date and stuck to it-- January 13th. We had to be at the hospital at 7AM, and since we live an hour and a half away, we figured we could just make a mini-vacay out of it and stay in a hotel. I booked us a nice room in a nice hotel on priceline for super cheap. I got us two queen-sized beds. By the way, did you know that my little, who NEVER EVER wakes up in the night, apparently doesn't like sleeping in new places and woke up at midnight, and then again (and for good) at 4AM?? Did you know this same little could NOT have anything to eat or drink after midnight?? That was fun. And the bigger little is just as much a bedhog as ever. So I got about 3 hours of sleep. Interrupted, of course.
But I digress.
Dylan had his EGD on Thursday. First, they gave him the liquid whatever-it-is... I don't remember what they called it, but I DO remember Dylan literally CLIMBING me after drinking it down... I think it made him a tad anxious. And then a tad sleepy. Because when I got to carry him back to the procedure room, he was wobbly and super whiny.
They got his vein in his foot on the very first stick, which is not a common occurance for my little chunky monkey. I was thankful for that. Then they gave him a shot of Versed, which knocked him out within seconds. That's when they had me go wait in the waiting room for the doctor to come out... which he did, maybe 10 minutes later (D's little. Not much to scope. Procedure is super quick.) to tell me that D's scan was completely normal! The ulcer had long since healed, and everything looked great in there! It made me so happy to hear this, but so sad to know that we won't have to see Dr. Grunow anymore! We loved him. We have other doctors I wouldn't mind dumping, but Dr. G wasn't one of them! *sniffle*
Anyway, the part that scared me about the entire situation (before, during, and even a little after) was the anesthesia. They usually give their patients some Versed and Demerol... but they didn't have to give D the Demerol at all, since the Versed so thoroughly knocked the little booger out. Even before he got the Versed (and only had whatever they gave him orally), his O2 sats started going down, so they had to put him on oxygen. And after the procedure, when we got sent to the step-down recovery area, he didn't want to wake up.
He was in recovery for an hour and a half before he even started stirring to wake up. (I know this because we watched half of a Jerry Springer episode, and a whole Steve Wilkos episode. hehe)This was after being with the GI nurses for an additional 20ish minutes after the procedure. So a good 2 hours of not-wanting-to-wake-up'ness, all because of one sedative.
But he did, eventually, wake up. And slowly drank down his required ounce or two of pedialyte. (They also tried to get him to drink applejuice, but he didn't like it.)
Meanwhile, little M was a handful at the hospital. He's so easily excitable when he's in a new place, and getting on to him seems to fuel his fire sometimes, especially when other people are around to where he thinks we won't get on to him in front of them. But he did okay in Dylan's recovery room when the nurse went and found him a truck to play with...
...and a nurse eventually told us that there was a huge play room in the surgery recovery center where he could run and play... so big M took him in there for the last probably 45 minutes of recovery.
All in all, it wasn't as bad an experience as I expected it to be. I guess I overdramatize things in my head sometimes. Dylan is fine... he was playing by that afternoon. Both guys (and I) slept all the way home, so I'm sure big M enjoyed the peaceful drive! And we don't have anything else scheduled in OKC until December of this year. It feels like a chapter in our new normal has closed, and it's actually bittersweet. Great, because who WANTS their child to have to see a GI doctor?! Sad, because it's all we've known for the past year, and it's done now. Happy for that same reason. Bittersweet, indeed.
Monday, January 03, 2011
..alternately titled: First Time I've Blogged All Year! *ba dum CHHH*
This little nugget of deliciousness had a tiny birthday party this past Saturday.
I got some new (cheap) cake-decorating nozzle thingies, and I figured I'd try them out on his smash cake. Guess what? Cake decoration + not having a creative bone in your body? = this mess. But hey. I tried.
This kid knew exactly what that smash cake was for!
So far, I think he digs being one!