Most of my yesterday was utterly boring.
I really hate doing the books for the business. If I could procrastinate doing it until the end of time,
I wouldn't think twice.
I'm good at it.
Doing the books, that is...
I just don't like it.
There.
I said it.
I shouldn't say that the entire day was drab.
I got to be Mom another day to three wonderful little boys.
My loving husband kissed me good morning like he remembers to each day.
Even if I was still in my stupor of sleep and didn't respond.
It was another beautiful spring day here in Big Sky Country.
(My allergies didn't let me forget)
And my youngest son lived.
Talmage had his T&A (tonsils and adenoids) surgery on the 9th. His appetite has been on vacation since then (he is usually the family's garbage disposal when it comes to food), but overall,
the kid has done remarkably well for a 3 yr old.
He aced the post op doctor's visit this Tuesday, and went back to preschool yesterday-
pain med free!
Bedtime was uneventful, despite the boys having more trouble these days with the later hours of sunshine.
Talmage fussed a few times after dozing off.
He wanted water.
Matt gave him some and the little guy nodded off again.
I showered and then plopped into bed to go through the day's mail.
Does anyone else get as much crap in their mail as we do? I swear, it's a full blown stack every day!!!
I heard fussing.
Then crying.
And calls for "Mama!" all in a matter of a minute.
Talmage was sitting on his bedroom floor by the bathroom door, clutching his blanket.
Completely inconsolable.
A night terror? Or just wanting to sleep in our room another night?
Down the stairs.
Almost.
When I reached the last two, out came the warmth from his mouth.
Tons of it.
Yuck.
Wait a minute!
It wasn't regular puke.
It was bright red blood and clots. And he did it twice more in a matter of a minute.
My mind raced. My legs raced to our bedroom to wake up Matt. Talmage was crying, but it was weak. He was ashen colored. His eyes weren't focusing very well. We called 911. We live 15 miles away.
It took forever.
He was still breathing and mostly conscious, so I held him and his dad and I stroked his head and just kept telling him how much we loved him. Matt gave him a blessing. We just tried to keep Talmage awake. He started to come out of it a bit by the time the rescue crew of 5 (6?) arrived.
He really cried when then put in the IV. I was glad to hear it!
I rode in the ambulance beside our Mr. T. Matt stayed home to clean up the mess and watch the older two.
Thank goodness they didn't wake up in the middle of everything.
Talmage seemed more with it by the time we reached the hospital. Still a bit spacey, but it was also 11pm and way past the little guy's bedtime.
They drew labs. His hemoglobin (overall blood level) was 8. It was in the 11 range pre op, so he had lost a significant amount.
He dozed off and on between exams and pokes and seemed to be feeling much better.
His 4am hemoglobin was a little elevated from before, so that indicated that he wasn't losing any more.
We were able to leave at 5am.
We are all so doggone tired.
Talmage has eaten well thus far today.
He is not in any pain.
He is asleep on some blankets on the floor right next to me.
He is pale and acts a bit "anemic", which he is right now.
But he is with us.
