They let me go visit James in the recovery room around 8:45 am. Man, was he WILD. I had asked everyone to pray that he wouldn't be fearful. I didn't think to mention ANGRY. He seemed to know who I was, but he was flailing and not happy with his waking up process. He kept holding up his IV arm like "Do something about this!!" The pulse oximeter on his finger was completely unacceptable as well. Not to mention the blood pressure cuff on his leg.... You get the idea. It took about 30 minutes to calm him down and get him to settle a little bit. For the next 30 minutes we just sat together in the rocking chair beside his crib in the recovery room. He took some sips of apple juice here and there. I thought Scott and I would trade out every few minutes or so, but that was definitely not happening. Once James calmed down, I was not moving a muscle! The more coherent James became, the better he did and the more he drank. We hung out in recovery for a little over an hour before moving to another post-recovery room. That's when he got to see DADDY! James lost his patience in that room, however, and he was ready to go. They took the IV out as the very last thing, and then sent us out the door.
We got home just before 11 am. This was him on the ride home:
He ate a soft, squishy lunch (yogurt, applesauce, oatmeal), took a few sips of a drink, and now he's in his crib attempting to go to sleep. We'll see how that goes...
A few minutes of playing before nap time.
Bandaid on his right wrist from the IV.
Look at those sleepy eyes.
Thank you so, so much for all the thoughts and prayers on our behalf!!