Jansen took a trip to space yesterday. Little did we know that he was travelling there, but I am glad he had a good trip. He had his tonsils and adenoids removed yesterday and was not a happy camper. It started with tears from the moment the tried to put that stupid ID bracelet on him, and another bracelet with huge lettering reading, "FALL RISK". He cried whenever anyone came near him: grandparents, nurses, anesthesiologists, doctors, Pink Ladies, you name it, and he cried. Until they gave him some nice loopy medicine, which the doctor described as Apple Juice. They gave him a mask and a mask for his bear and told him that it was his astronaut mask that he had to learn to breathe out of. They practiced together and taught Mommy and bear how to breathe as well. By the time the anesthesiologist came back, Jansen was feeling quite comfortable. He asked him if he was ready to travel to space and Jansen said, "yes!" and lifted his arms to be carried by the doctor. We gave our little astronaut some kisses and off he went into uncharted territory.
Josh, Mimi, and I went to eat a quick breakfast, knowing the surgery should only take about 30 minutes. We came back to the waiting room to meet Nana, Pops, and Vanessa and wait for the doctor to come talk to us. Our wait was short, everything turned out great, and he was being taken to recovery. Within a couple minutes, we received a phone call from the nurse asking for one person to come sit with him as he was very nervous and tearful. I ran back into the room and through the double doors and saw precious Jansen sitting up in bed with a nurse checking his vitals. He instantly lifted his arms and said in the most pitiful voice, "Mommy!". The nurse said that she had asked him if he was hurting and if he wanted medicine and he told her no. She was impressed by how well he was recovering and that his heart rate had gone down after I came in. The anesthesiologist came to give his report to us and said his trip to outer space was great, to which Jansen replied, "I saw the moon!" and pointed to the sky. The doctor told me that he was very active before the put him out, telling the staff that he was going to see the moon and stars, and pointing to various things he saw in the sky.
Then they wheeled him into his own recovery room and told me to get in bed with him and help him eat his popsicle. Then Josh, Mimi, Pops, Nana, and Vanessa could come in. They were all so impressed with how well he was doing. The nurses came to check him and told Jansen that he deserved an award for the best patient, and Jansen just said, "Okay," and fell back asleep. They let us go home and we put a bean bag chair with blankets and pillows on the living room floor for him to doze on while he watched Speed Racer, Iron Man, and Transformers. But he threw up on it, so threw it away and moved the couch with a pot.
The first day and night was rough. He would refuse to drink, so I pulled out some drinking games out of my arsenal of tricks. We read books, and every page we turned, he had to take a sip of juice or a bite of popsicle. He has thrown up about 6 times but he is drugged to high heaven. He was up a lot during the night, and now at 9:45 am, he is back to sleep, thank goodness. I am frustrated though with the weather which prevents Caleb from going out to play.
So while Jansen sleeps, I am having to find activities to do with Caleb...Spring Break and housebound! So far, we have bundled up to draw with chalk on the back porch, we made eggs and cereal, we have drawn masterpieces, played races with Lightning McQueen, watched Madagascar 2, done two loads of laundry, and cleaned his room. What do we have planned the rest of the day? Caleb is going to help me make chocolate chip muffins, we are going to play piano, work on puzzles, clean Mommy's room, watch a movie, play some video games, and eat lots of jello with Jansen!
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