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Oct. 21st, 2015 02:25 pmAfter therapy last night, I raced home. I wolfed down some dinner, negotiated phone time with a crabby Alex, got Emi into bed, and got myself into bed. While I slept, Downwood kept Alex awake with a combination of Netflix, YouTube, and Daddy time. About 11 or so, Alex finally got to go to bed, whereupon he passed the heck out.
I got out of bed at quarter to 5 and made coffee. I turned on a whole bunch of lights, including the one in Alex's room. I caffeinated and lightboxed myself for a bit, then pulled Alex out of bed.
He was SO MAD.
We cuddled for a little while. He was slowly coming online, so I finished my morning computer routine. Then he was more mad, so I pulled up YouTube for us. He watched from my lap for a minute, then got down, grabbed my hand, and indicated I should stand and follow him. I did. He then walked around me and got up on my chair.
I asked if I could sit with him. He emphatically declined.
So I queued up some train and firetruck videos for him and went to the kitchen for breakfast. After I ate, he still wanted to be in the chair by himself, so I sat nearby and read my book.
I got Emi and Daddy out of bed at quarter to seven. Emi needed to do homework, so I got her fed and got her done. Daddy took her to the bus stop. There were showers and we hit the road.
On the drive to the hospital, I had to keep turning around to make sure Alex didn't nap. He was SO MAD at me, but stayed awake the whole trip. We got to the hospital with no problems, got checked in, and got to our department.
When we went to the exam room, the tech needed to put 27 separate electrodes all over Alex's head with very stinky glue and an air compressor. Alex played on my phone most of the time and watched her in a mirror the rest. She had him do some baseline activities: open and close eyes, breathe rapidly (blow on a pinwheel), and watch a blinking light. Then she finally let him take a nap.
He was passed out about 57 seconds after she turned down the lights and stopped talking.
He got to sleep for about a half hour, then she startled him awake to get another data point. Then she combed oil through his hair to get the glue out. Then we got to go.
We hit a grocery store on the way to dropping me off at work. We got to work a little earlier than I'd been afraid of, so Downwood and Alex came in to have lunch with me. Then we had to go out and look at the train car and watch the construction equipment for a while.
Now I'm trying to remain focused. It's difficult. One foot in front of the other, go through the task checklist, make it to the end of the day. Alex was a TROOPER through the whole thing. Momma was probably worried for nothing.
We get the EEG results back in a week or two. It'll probably say, "No problems. He's fine," but after the Great Hallway Collapse of September, the docs are taking full advantage of our awesome health insurance to rule out any major variables.
I got out of bed at quarter to 5 and made coffee. I turned on a whole bunch of lights, including the one in Alex's room. I caffeinated and lightboxed myself for a bit, then pulled Alex out of bed.
He was SO MAD.
We cuddled for a little while. He was slowly coming online, so I finished my morning computer routine. Then he was more mad, so I pulled up YouTube for us. He watched from my lap for a minute, then got down, grabbed my hand, and indicated I should stand and follow him. I did. He then walked around me and got up on my chair.
I asked if I could sit with him. He emphatically declined.
So I queued up some train and firetruck videos for him and went to the kitchen for breakfast. After I ate, he still wanted to be in the chair by himself, so I sat nearby and read my book.
I got Emi and Daddy out of bed at quarter to seven. Emi needed to do homework, so I got her fed and got her done. Daddy took her to the bus stop. There were showers and we hit the road.
On the drive to the hospital, I had to keep turning around to make sure Alex didn't nap. He was SO MAD at me, but stayed awake the whole trip. We got to the hospital with no problems, got checked in, and got to our department.
When we went to the exam room, the tech needed to put 27 separate electrodes all over Alex's head with very stinky glue and an air compressor. Alex played on my phone most of the time and watched her in a mirror the rest. She had him do some baseline activities: open and close eyes, breathe rapidly (blow on a pinwheel), and watch a blinking light. Then she finally let him take a nap.
He was passed out about 57 seconds after she turned down the lights and stopped talking.
He got to sleep for about a half hour, then she startled him awake to get another data point. Then she combed oil through his hair to get the glue out. Then we got to go.
We hit a grocery store on the way to dropping me off at work. We got to work a little earlier than I'd been afraid of, so Downwood and Alex came in to have lunch with me. Then we had to go out and look at the train car and watch the construction equipment for a while.
Now I'm trying to remain focused. It's difficult. One foot in front of the other, go through the task checklist, make it to the end of the day. Alex was a TROOPER through the whole thing. Momma was probably worried for nothing.
We get the EEG results back in a week or two. It'll probably say, "No problems. He's fine," but after the Great Hallway Collapse of September, the docs are taking full advantage of our awesome health insurance to rule out any major variables.
