MRI
Toby made it through the MRI. Seeing him the second he realized what the gas was going to do to him was pretty rough. He went instantly from laughing and playing to crying in anger. Then he was out. I had a conversation with a friend about watching Toby go through medical procedures and I naively thought I could handle it. Now I know better.
We had to sit in a recovery room for an hour to make sure he'd be okay. They gave him an orange popsicle (that he asked for) and he just held it until it melted. Then of course he got very upset and asked for the top back to his popsicle. He was not happy. It took some coaxing, but I finally got him to drink enough sprite for them to send us home.
On the way home he was laughing and begging for some pink gum. Everything was great. He called to talk to his dad and nana and was looking forward to his first weekend in months with Jim. Then about 5 minutes from our house his mood quickly changed. It was a look I'd seen before and sure enough about 2 seconds later his sprite came back up.
After a quick bath and a little NickJr he seems to be pretty okay. He's begging for a peanut butter "and sandwich" and running around naked. During his bath he said "his throw up wasn't happy, it was angry, but he's not what's the matter now." I'm pretty sure that means he feels better.
Part of me is hoping he'll throw up one more time right around 4:30 so I'll have an excuse to keep him from going to his dad's. The little guy hasn't even seen him in a month and a half and I'm not really looking forward to it. Jim called and said thanks for me telling him about all the medical stuff that was going on with T and that he appreciated how well we were getting along. I ignored the second part and told him I had a legal obligation to keep him informed about his son's medical care. If I could avoid ever dealing with him again, I would. I guess he thought I was just doing it out of the goodness of my heart or something. I know I should be happy that Toby finally gets to see his dad. I'll get there eventually. I think.
We had to sit in a recovery room for an hour to make sure he'd be okay. They gave him an orange popsicle (that he asked for) and he just held it until it melted. Then of course he got very upset and asked for the top back to his popsicle. He was not happy. It took some coaxing, but I finally got him to drink enough sprite for them to send us home.
On the way home he was laughing and begging for some pink gum. Everything was great. He called to talk to his dad and nana and was looking forward to his first weekend in months with Jim. Then about 5 minutes from our house his mood quickly changed. It was a look I'd seen before and sure enough about 2 seconds later his sprite came back up.
After a quick bath and a little NickJr he seems to be pretty okay. He's begging for a peanut butter "and sandwich" and running around naked. During his bath he said "his throw up wasn't happy, it was angry, but he's not what's the matter now." I'm pretty sure that means he feels better.
Part of me is hoping he'll throw up one more time right around 4:30 so I'll have an excuse to keep him from going to his dad's. The little guy hasn't even seen him in a month and a half and I'm not really looking forward to it. Jim called and said thanks for me telling him about all the medical stuff that was going on with T and that he appreciated how well we were getting along. I ignored the second part and told him I had a legal obligation to keep him informed about his son's medical care. If I could avoid ever dealing with him again, I would. I guess he thought I was just doing it out of the goodness of my heart or something. I know I should be happy that Toby finally gets to see his dad. I'll get there eventually. I think.