Yesterday morning started off with a mini torture sesh for Lil Davy.
We went in for her third VCUG. Just to tell us the same thing....her bladder refluxes.
I was hoping to skip this and just have the surgery to correct it. Why put her through unnecessary torture, right?
Well the Doc disagreed. So Me and 2 nurses spent 45 minutes holding down my screaming child. The nurses were pretty impressed when she broke through their makeshift tape and pillowcase restraints.
I can honestly say I was actually sore afterwards, so I am assuming Davy was.
The rest of the day we were both tired. I put her down for a nap expecting a sleep Marathon, but the boys decided to have a lego war, which involved yelling, which woke up the sleeping babe.
I know you can all agree with me, when i say that waking a sleeping baby is THE WORST thing you can do to a mom. Like I turn into phsycocrazy lady when that happens.
SO no nap, such a bummer
Evening time rolls around and it took a lot of tears and practically a full body massage to get Davy to sleep.
I get the boys to bed and I am BEAT.
Scott is in NY again So I have to do Davy's late night shift, but I know I won't last until 12am.
I NEVER do this, but I thought to myself, I should go in and just do them right now. Better too early then me sleeping through it, right?
SO, I go in her room and.......
SHE PULLED HER MIC-KEY OUT!!!!!
I have no idea how long it was out but I could tell her stoma was closing. I said a prayer cuz I did not want to go to the ER. I lubed up her site and wiggled and barely pushed that bad boy back in. If I would have waited until 12 to do her meds, it would have been a surgery for Davy, no doubt. I feel so lucky, that could have been a major disaster.
Hey funny enough, that little turkey pulled it out again the next morning.