Today................

This morning the Little Guy woke me up at 5:30! It wasn't even light yet. I had been up until after 3:00 taking care of everything that had been put off for the past few days, so I was NOT ready to get up.

The Hubster got up at 7:00 and went to get the donuts because it was Sunday, and we all know that Sunday is No-Nuts Day!!! By the time he got back I was getting the Little Guy down for a nap and then heading back to bed for a bit myself. The Hubster was going to head up to the hospital and take donuts to the Blonde One. The plan was for him to go in the morning, I would go in the early afternoon, and we all would head up there in the evening.

The Little Guy and I slept until 10:00. The Diva and the Wildcard were up doing their Lazy Sunday things, so I got the Little Guy some breakfast, checked my e-mail, took a shower....

At about 11:30 the Diva said, "Oh, Dad called this morning. He said the Blonde One isn't doing very well. He threw up a lot last night."

And you're just telling me now???

I quizzed her on what exactly he had said, what time he had called, etc. She really didn't remember, just that he had mumbled something that she didn't understand, so she said "okay" and hung up.

!?!?!?!

So I put everything in fast-forward. The Hubster was supposed to come home and pull Daddy-Duty while I went to Tripler, but I didn't want to wait that long. I dropped the Wildcard off at his friend's house (they were going to see The Incredibles),left the Diva in charge of the Little Guy and rushed off to the hospital. I hadn't even made it there when my cell phone rang. It was the Diva.

"Mom? How much longer are you going to be?"

She has been going through such a Ditzy Diva streak lately - it's driving me nuts.

Just as I was pulling into the parking lot, the cell phone rang again. It was the Hubster.

He had spent the past three hours surfing.

Apparently he had stopped by the hospital and the Blonde One was asleep. He got the update from the nurses, then decided not to wake the Blonde One and to hit the waves instead.

That was what the mumbling was all about.

Un-freakin'believable. More proof that even the most brilliant people can do the stupidest things.

Anyway, the apple pie and bread that the Blonde One had eaten the night before came back up. It was so painful that he decided not to eat or drink anything any more. Ever. Plus, he had been moved and was now sharing a room with two boys about the same age as the Wildcard.

This is relevant because prior to the surgery he and the Wildcard were arguing constantly. I asked him what he would do if he ended up sharing a hospital room with a 9 y/o boy. He replied that it would be his worst nightmare. I guess this is his worst nightmare times two.

I talked with Stephanie, the Wonder Nurse, and she said he had been sleeping a lot - to the point where they were concerned about it. They had consulted with the Pain Control People (easier than spelling anesthesia each time...) about reducing his meds so he wouldn't be so drowsy. They really didn't want to do it because it was still too soon after surgery and they believed he would be in too much pain. The nursing staff were concerned about complications from not getting out of bed - fluid in the lungs, blood clots, etc.

I was given my assignment - make him drink one glass of water and keep him awake for at least 30 minutes so they could get him out of bed and have him sit in a chair.

(He had been out of bed earlier in the day for about ten minutes. They wanted him to wake up, walk (with assistance) to a chair, and sit for a few minutes. He did pretty well, but then fell asleep in the chair.)

I was able to keep him awake and carry on a conversation. He wasn't in any pain, he didn't want to eat or drink because he was afraid of throwing up, and he just wanted to come home. I explained that eating/drinking and moving around were necessary before he could come home.

After about 30 minutes the nurses came in and helped him out of bed. With their assistance, he stood up and walked out the door, turned around and came back. It was a huge step for him!!

The downside was that it totally exhausted him and he almost immediately fell asleep. It was now nearly 5 p.m. Stephanie, the Wonder Nurse, said it would be best to let him rest and they would get him up later in the evening to walk again. He had finished his required glass of water, so I was dismissed for the evening.

Tomorrow they are planning to remove his epidural. I think this will be another huge step for him - the whole epidural thing has freaked him out from the beginning and I know he will be happy to be rid of it. I only hope they can manage his pain with the IV.