***Keep in mind that during these events my husband has a fractured radius (forearm, dominant hand, of course) which happened on Sunday. He can't lift Jordan out of his crib, sleep with him, or basically do anything with or for him right now because all he has on his arm is a splint. So if you read this and think, "Why isn't Daddy doing anything to help!!??" that's why!!***We woke up at 6:00 AM on Tuesday, September 25th, and put on our comfy clothes. We didn't sleep any the night before; Jordan tossed and turned and cried and kicked and wanted a "dink"... but he couldn't have anything to eat or drink after midnight and he was MAD! I expected him to be a cranky boy when we got up but he was surprisingly giddy.
We arrived at the hospital a little before our appointment time at 7:00 and checked in. They took us back and took his blood pressure, heart rate, the whole nine yards. He even had to wear a little tiny patient gown--he looked way cuter in his than anyone else I've ever seen, though! They even brought him these little special non-slip socks to wear! The nurses were so nice and reassuring. When it was time to take him back he was one mad little boy. It was hard for Mommy, too. I went back to the waiting room and looked at my watch every 5 minutes.
After half an hour, the doctor came out and and told me that everything had gone smoothly. Jordan had an ear infection in his left ear when they went in but it didn't complicate things too badly. They said it took longer than usual because they had to drain both his ears and then put a little bigger sized tube in his left side because of the infection.They took me back to see him and warned me that he would be very fussy and would most likely be crying. They also said that he wouldn't let any of the nurses hold him without screaming except for the male nurse. When I walked in I understood why: the male nurse looked a lot like his daddy! As soon as he recognized me he came to me and gripped me so hard like he was afraid I would leave again. It broke my heart! We sat down and rocked and sang and he started to calm down.
That night I half expected him to sleep better, but he didn't. It was just as exhausting as the night before. He was all over the place and even fell off our bed so we moved to the couch. The next morning his poor little cheek and lip were swollen on his right side. I assumed he'd hit it when he fell off the bed so I explained to the daycare what had happened. .
I went to work. Exhausted. And then the daycare called after a few hours and said his swelling was getting worse and so it might be an allergic reaction to the tubes. NO!! Please no! So I called his doctor and he said that Jordan could be allergic to the codeine in the Tylenol I had been giving him. Ummm... what? I don't have Tylenol with codeine in it, just regular ole Children's Tylenol. "Hmmm," the doctor said, "Now that is strange isn't it? Well, you'll have to make a judgement call. If you think it's serious then take him to the ER." I called the daycare back and asked how he was feeling. They said he acted just fine and didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, so I made a judgement call and didn't take him to the ER. When I picked him up that afternoon he looked almost back to normal. Yay!
We gave him some Benadryl just in case it was an allergic reaction and that made my little boy hilariously sleepy. I laid him down at 8:15 expecting a peaceful night of sleep for the first time in two weeks. To make the night even better I got to talk to Ali! She wanted to check on brother to make sure he was okay. Isn't she the sweetest? At around 10:00 I said a prayer for rest and fell to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
At 10:30 my little rascal woke up crying. Oh please, no, not again! I thought. I seriously didn't think I could handle another sleepless night without having a meltdown. My poor husband... he tries to help but it's useless with that splint on his arm. So I got Jordan out of his crib, gave him a sippy cup of milk, sat down in the rocking chair, and sang to him. He drank all his milk and then laid his head on my shoulder. I don't know if it's just me or what, but I seriously get nervous when this happens. I think about laying him back down in his crib and wonder if he'll cry again. It absolutely tears at my core to think about it! Why is that!? So I always hesitate and just sit there rocking him back and forth weighing the possibilities. Finally I decided to lay him back down. I knew I couldn't go another night without sleep, I just couldn't. If he cried, he'd have to cry himself to sleep. It always breaks my heart to do that but sometimes it's the only way.
He didn't cry. He didn't fuss at all. I went back to bed, my heart literally pounding at the mere thought of him waking up again. I kept expecting it to happen (as it usually does) but it didn't. I woke up this morning all on my own, without an alarm, and realized I overslept! My phone had died during the night and so my alarm didn't even go off. Coincidence? I think not! I didn't feel rushed though. I got up, put on some jeans and a t-shirt (which, luckily, my boss doesn't mind me wearing to work occasionally!!), got Jordan ready, and went to work, walking in only 5 minutes late!
I don't know if tonight will go smoothly again or not. I pray that it does but I honestly believe with my whole heart that God will never ever give me more than I can handle. He knew last night I was at the breaking point. Today I'm well rested and if Jordan stays up all night tonight, I can handle it.
***Update***
Not even 5 minutes after I finished writing this Jordan's daycare called and said he was breaking out in hives. I took him to the doctor and they said he was having an allergic reaction to the anesthesia from when he had the tubes put in. So... now he's on steroids to help with that! He doesn't act like any of this bothers him one bit... I could hardly keep up with him at the hospital. He doesn't have time for this, he wants to play.
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