Today M had his check up with the Urologist to make sure everything had healed up properly. The urologist is in Vancouver. This means a lot of travel to get there so to save myself a 5 am wake up call I chose to drive in to Nanaimo and stay at my mothers house last night. This was supposed to get me an extra few hours of sleep. See the word supposed? Yup, sleep was foiled by M again. M felt that sleeping in a play pen was beneath him and he wanted to sleep with me. I was so desperate for sleep that I let him curl up with me. M is not a quiet sleeper. He starts out snuggled in with his head on the pillow, then he half wakes up, gets cranky and flips himself around so that his feet are in my face. Once this has been done, he wakes up again, gets cranky again and sits up. Now he's going to fall asleep sitting up, leaning against me. Again he wakes up, snarls and fusses, flipping around so that he is in his original position with his head on the pillow. At this point he falls asleep for a while only to repeat the process within an hour.
6 am I wake up, get us packed and loaded up for the trip to Vancouver. I'm exhausted, thanks to he who flips in his sleep, however, armed with a very large latte I am ready for the 8 am ferry. Ooops, turns out the ferry doesn't actually leave until 8:30. A few choice curse words were said in my head. My mouth just kept saying "bad words" which is what I say when I really want to curse but M's around.
We got on the ferry, after a long sit in the terminal, and headed for the play zone. M was tired but all revved up once he saw the slide. He played in there for a while until he decided he did not want to share the slide with the other children. Then we had a knock down, drag out, screaming match when I put him in his stroller to head back to the car. Once we were in the car he fell asleep in his seat right away. Which would have been fine except we were meeting a friend for coffee in North Vancouver so he had a very short nap. He was tired but we had a lovely coffee with my friend Irma. M loved Irma (she's pretty special) and had a nice long dance with her in the middle of the coffee shop. This set the tone for the rest of the afternoon.
We arrived at BC Children's, and after a short ooh and aah over the fishes in the aquarium, we went in to see the doctor. M likes this man and spent the appointment trying to make him laugh. He does this by throwing his head back and laughing himself. His expressions are so funny it's pretty hard not to laugh back. He won the doctor over very quickly. Here was our report almost word for word... " this looks great, you can't tell he had surgery, this is a penis to be proud of little guy (honestly he said this) now when you get older you be careful how you use that" Yup, that's the pep talk M got from the urologist who was very proud of his work. I really felt that my estrogen self was out of place in this testosterone bonding moment. Glenn should have been there, he could have related to the sentiment in the room.
The appointment was about 10 minutes and then I was rushing M out to try and make the 3 pm ferry. A quick stop in Chinatown for the most amazing steam buns and sauce. I bought the frozen ones and stuffed them into the cooler bag for the trip home. M still hadn't napped so he was getting cranky. Once we were on the ferry it was upstairs for a quick change and a snack then back down to the car with hopes that he would fall asleep. He screamed. A lot. Then he fell asleep for the last half hour of the ride. We stopped at mom's on the way through town as I had left a couple of things there and wanted to pick them up. Another coffee stop and some drive thru dinner for M and we were on the road home.
A couple of minutes on the highway, not quite out of town, and I hear M gagging. This is not the normal "I'm going to throw up because I know how to make myself gag" This was an honest to goodness, I don't feel well gag followed by everything he had eaten, all day. I am a prepared mom though. Assuming I remember to put everything back in the car I will be prepared once more for future drives. I pulled over to the side of the road, opened up the trunk, grabbed the paper towel, towel, plastic bags, air freshener and pj's. I mopped what I could with the paper towels, stripped him down, wiped him with the towel, threw all of this in the bag, used the baby wipes to clean him up, buttoned him into fleecy pj's and popped him back in his car seat. It took about 10 minutes. Can you tell this has happened to me before? I have a child who vomits and thus I am prepared for vomit. God help me if he has any other kind of accident as I am only prepared for the stomach issues.
We had a quiet drive home. M was awake the whole time however he was snuggling with his blanket and Bert and Ernie dolls. It was almost like having a little me time. I got to drive through the evening, hardly any traffic, singing as loudly as I wanted, to whatever I felt like listening to. Once we got home I let him run around for an extra hour and he fell asleep right away. If he wakes up at 2 am (as he has for the last few nights) I am choosing to ignore it. I am too tired now to try and fuss with him so early in the morning. It won't hurt him to holler a little before going back to sleep and it will hopefully give me a little of my sanity back by tomorrow morning.
I suppose you will find out tomorrow if it worked.
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