Brotherly love

It is so awesome to see the connection between Grayson and Jackson. I was not sure how Grayson would handle having to share his mommy but he is adapting rather well. We had a little bit of a set back a few weeks ago when Grayson had his tonsils and adenoids out. What a traumatic event for my little man but he was so brave and did an awesome job. Before he had them out we talked about it a lot and he said over and over again that it was not going to happen.

The morning of the surgery he was quiet the whole ride to Mercy. When we got there he was still saying that they were not taking them out. After we got to the waiting area he started to come around a little bit while he was watching tv and finally let me put on his "Jammies" but he wanted me to lay in the bed with him and hold him. Thank god my mother came with me so she could take care of Jackson. I felt so bad for Grayson because I knew that he was scared but I was also very nervous about him having to be put under at such a young age.

One of the doctors came in and explained to him that while he was in the other room he would have to try and blow up a green balloon while blowing in the mask. When he heard Green balloon he was so excited. Then they gave him the relaxation medicine. At first he was very funny because he started saying random stuff and laughing and pointing at the ceiling. Then it started getting creepy because his eyes would sort of roll and he would be very still.

It was time so they were getting him ready to wheel down to the operating room while I was putting my suit on so I could go in with him while he was put out. He wanted me to ride with him in the bed so I did :) As we got into the room they put him on the operating bed as I stood there holding his hand and then they had him start blowing up the balloon. As he is blowing he keeps asking if it was getting bigger. The doctor then explained to me that it would look like he was fighting it. That wasn't enough of an explanation to get me ready to watching him start squirming and being held down as I stood there not being able to do anything. Then I was told I had to leave and I could give him a kiss.

The next 45 minutes seemed like hours. Dr Hearst came in and told me that he did well and that he was in the recovery room until he woke up and then he would be brought out to me. Within 15 mins they were wheeling him in and he was an emotional mess. I know that they have to make sure he is ok before they will let me see him but I can only imagine what he was thinking when he came to and I wasn't there and he was in pain looking at a bunch of faces he didn't know. I just held him as he cried and threw up. What an awful feeling to not be able to do anything to make him feel better.

Well it has been 2 weeks since then and he has recovered nicely. He is back to his very energetic self. Back to loving on his brother non -stop. So needless to say I have not had to worry about him adjusting to having his little brother around. After a month of going back and forth to the hospital he is just as happy as I am to have him home.