Daily Archives: December 1, 2010

We’re going going back back to the hospital hospital

Ok so Cali would have sounded better, but since we are already in that state, and we are headed to the hospital I had to work with what I got. Sue me. Yup, Gage woke up super ass early 6:00am and would not go back down, so I bribed him with another bottle of almond milk, which worked for like five minutes, before he was screaming his head off for me to come and get him. Dammit. Ok so we were up for the day, no biggie, we had an appointment at Toyota of Escondido to get maintenance done on my car; a four hour appointment. Shoot me now. Gage intervened though and threw up again, in front of the service guy which had him totally grossed out, and promising two guys to work on my car and he’d have it ready in an hour. Score, Gage can puke all he likes if this is the kind of service we get, next stop DMV!! but anywho, I tried to give Gagers a rice cake maybe get something bland in his tummy, no go; more puke this time dry heaving as I rush to get him over a sink. Nobody should have to clean that shit up. So I called his oncologist, who told us since his ANC was so low this week bring him into the hospital, so here we are. Fun times, I will keep you posted.

did anyone tell mom about his teeth?

After hours of waiting for the surgeons to come out they finally do, Gage survived the surgery to remove his port, I collapse in a pile of tears onto the floor as they tell us, it was close and that they had to preform chest compressions on him twice during the procedure, but he is alive and we can see him soon.

I am the first to see him. Outside of the PICU I hear “has anybody told mom about his teeth?” WTF? his teeth? At this point someone I don’t know who, comes up and tells me; “when we were intubating him his teeth were knocked out. The good news is we don’t think he swallowed them.” I swear to jeebus my first response was “do you know how expensive teeth are? I’m sending you the bill.” and then I’m laughing and crying because they could have knocked out all of his teeth and it would not have mattered as long as he is alive. I can’t hold him yet, but I sit and stare at him listening to the anestheoloist tell me how he let Gage come out of the anestisia by himself, and how he did so good, bla bla bla bla bla the rest is kind of a blur my mind was focused soley on my baby; who hours before was fighting for his life.

During his second surgery Gages body was so bloated and puffy they could not find an vein to get the IV in, so they ended up using the femoral artery in his leg for an IV. Gage also had a chest tube in place to drain the extra fuid from, yuck-o. I felt selfish, hogging Gage from his daddy so I finally left, and went back to Gages room where my sister, brother in law and father in law were waiting for me, (the twin had left to take care of her kids)they told me we would be moving closer to the nurses station, fine by me the closer to help the better.

Gage in the PICU see, do you his SINGAMAJIG?

I’m sorry if the picture is too graphic, but since I tell it like I see it and you keep coming back for more; you deserved to see it all.