Just got home and I’m totally spent. It was a long day. I wanted to let my mommas know that they were able to rule out any cysts or tumors. Not a polyp either. His colon is inflamed and they took 2 biopsies that we will not get the results of until Friday. So, at least the big scary stuff is off the list of options.
Selah and Lucas spent the night at my in-laws house, a rare treat for them and us. It’s amazing how well Jacob did with not being able to eat for 24 hours. He would ask for food but never fussed when we told him that he had to wait for the doctor to give him permission at the hospital. During mealtimes I sat and played with him so he got some special momma time.
He started out excited when we got to the hospital, but became uneasy when we were put in the room. We almost had a full on revolt when he recognized the gown from prior visits. He didn’t want that thing near him. The’ goofy gas’ they gave him loosened him up pretty quickly. We got a bit of a glimpse of what Jacob the Stoner would be like…
The took him from the room and we waited, and waited… I tried to knit. I turned on the TV. Finally I forced Travis to get off of his laptop and walk down to the cafe with me for a cup of coffee and a muffin. We hadn’t eaten, of course, since Jacob couldn’t. I walked through the gift shop to laugh at a bunch of horrendous junk. Who buys this stuff?
We were only back in the room for about 10 minutes before the brought him back. Coming out of it was pretty traumatic for all of us. He was kicking and screaming as if he didn’t even know we were there. All I could think of is ‘This is what Jacob would be like if he was autistic”. I’ve never heard him scream like that or have a fit like that. I held him kicking and screaming for 20 minutes while he was still coming out. He doesn’t even remember it, but my arms are literally still sore from it for hours afterward. Finally the only thing that would calm him was to have the lights off while watching TV. But the only thing that made it work was me talking in a constant, low voice while he watched ‘The Fox and The Hound”. The second he didn’t hear my voice, he would start screaming and writhing again. Eventually it all wore off and he was jut a little dizzy and off balance for the rest of the afternoon.
We let him choose to go to a restaurant after the hospital to get something to eat. Chickfila, of course. That’s a big treat around here. It was so strange to be there, just Mom, Popi and Jake. He was loving it.
We drove up to get Selah and Lucas, about 45 minutes away, and spent the rest of the afternoon there.
By the time I got them all dressed and in bed I was so worn out. I felt like I could use some goffy gas myself. For kicks here’s a video of him on the ‘goofy gas’ before he went in.