Date Night

Last night as I sat in room 9, in the Dixie Regional Medical Center ER, my mind was racing. Racing I tell you. I was upset, mad, sad, frustrated, annoyed (when am I not annoyed?), and as I sat there staring at Dylan I found myself smiling. So this post is NOT going to be a poor-me, poor-Dylan blab session. I won't tell you about the puke session that happened in my bed at 10:30 and the second one that happened in the car at 10:50. At night! I won't fill you in on the fever, or how rotten Dylan felt last night, or about how Dylan's port wouldn't cooperate and how the nurses had to poke his left arm for blood. I won't tell you about the jam-packed ER or about how I was slightly embarrassed that my 19 month old pulled his socks off and revealed his dirty black feet to the nurses (so he went outside without shoes...or maybe my floors need to be mopped. eh, Shoot me.) No I won't tell you any of that.

As I sat there, in room 9, from 11:00 (in the PM) to 3:00 (in the AM) I decided to think positive and be grateful that I live close to a hospital, and that we have insurance and that I don't have to worry about "how are we going to pay for this?" Yes, today...and last night, I am grateful.

I am so thankful for:
a sister who answered her cell phone at 11:00 (in the PM) so I could vent about going to the ER. Again.
binkis. and the clips that attach them to my baby's clothes so they don't drop on the ground every time he spits it out. especially in the ER.
pink puke buckets. i thought we would need one last night in the ER. luckily we did not.
alcohol swabs. the nurse must have had a never-ending pocket full of them because he just kept whipping them out to keep Dylan's port clean. thank you nurse.
ports. although Dylan's was not cooperating when the nurses tried to get blood. i was able to keep fluids in him through the port.
text messaging. i was able to keep Paul up to date on the happenings in the ER without calling every 5 seconds.
camera phones. i got some funny pictures of that little boy of mine.
big thick red towels. they clean up barf really well.
hand sanitizer. seriously. the ER. do i need to explain.
Zofran. anti-nausea medicine. for dylan, not me.
tissues. who knew they could entertain a 19 month old at midnight? they did.

Dylan and I turned our ER visit into a little date night out. We played This Little Piggy, a classic hit. Peek-a-boo. We fake slept, and snored. The pink puke bucket turned into a hat. It also added a new twist on our game of peek-a-boo. I had a water bottle. We used the lid as a teacup. And we drenched the cot he was laying on. It was awesome. We listened to music and ringtones on my phone. Yoopieyay is his favorite, but I already knew that.

Whenever I asked Dylan "Are you ready to go sleepy?" He would look me right in the eye and politely say with a little shake of his head, "no!"

See, I don't think the ER bothers Dylan . Its just another part of life for him. He isn't afraid of the nurses and doctors that enter the room. He doesn't flinch or pull away when they poke and prod him. And because it doesn't seem to bother him, I decided that I wasn't going to let it bother me either.

After all was said and done we were home and in bed by 3:10 (in the AM). We slept in til 9...a first in the Mogle home. Today Dylan is tired and groggy but he hasn't thrown up. I'll take it.

Am I looking forward to another date night. Ya, but next time can we go somewhere with better food?

Here he is letting his dad know that he is #1