(see how those first three words rhymed? God, I’m awesome.)
We’ve decided to postpone Eli’s surgery, we aren’t sure when it will be because we can’t actually get in touch with the doctor or his assistant or the hospital, the surgery center, the post-op area, the nurse’s station…NOBODY ANSWERS THEIR PHONES OR PAGERS ON SUNDAYS.
You have been warned.
Eli woke up last night with a stuffy nose, again. He then woke up 22 minutes later and then again about 45 minutes later and then again 12 minutes later and then again 64 minutes later which was nice because we got to sleep for a full hour but then he was up for an entire hour and then I fiiiiinally got him back to sleep, I laid him down, crawled into bed and he woke up.
It really was the exact opposite of awesome.
Finally, at five, we gave up and by “we” I mean, “Brian” which was good because I was so tired of pretending like I was going to just let him cry for just “10 more seconds” to see if he’ll just go to sleep. Brian picked him up from his crib and the two went downstairs to watch some guy movie with lots blood and wife beating and poker. I will always support father/son bonding if it means I get more sleep.
I fell back asleep. Woke up at 8 to find my teeny tiny baby covered in snot, literally from his forehead to his chin. It was so sad. I syringed him and managed to pull out a good 14 gallons of snot (man, he hates to be syringed. I’m not going to lie to you, I think I would like it.)
So, long story short…he’s sick. So, no surgery for him.
And also? Why is he sick again?