Wyatt has been having stomach pain for a while now and after seeing the GI specialist it was determined that he needed to have an upper endoscopy. Brooke, my niece has also been having stomach issues and after multiple tests she also needed an upper endoscopy. The cousins have 2 different GI specialists in 2 different cities. Brooke was scheduled for hers before Wyatt and then rescheduled for the 12th of June, this time with Wyatt's doctor. A week later I was scheduling Wyatt's and they gave me the exact same date and time as Brookes. How perfect is that?! It made everything so much easier for all of us. Especially the kids. (and me)
Wyatt was a little apprehensive but super brave. We had been promising him no shots because that's what they told us. The routine is that the kids get gassed and then they put the iv in them.
Well.... because of my problems with anesthesia they needed to take the same precautions with Wyatt. Which meant: no gas! He needed to have the drugs pushed through the iv. Anthony was the lucky one that went into the OR with him. I was taken to the waiting room across the hall to wait. The poor kid was poked 3 times before they got it!! I could hear him screaming for me the entire time. So I sat in the small waiting room crying for him just as hard. The screaming stopped (his, not mine) and Anthony joined me in the waiting room. We sat for a whole 7 minutes before the doctor came in. Wyatt went to recovery and Brooke went in for her procedure. It seemed like forever before the nurse came and got me to help wake Wyatt up. I went into the recovery room and saw him completely out, with bubbles coming out of his mouth. The nurse gave it her all to wake him but he was too sleepy. Meanwhile, Brooke was wheeled in and she calmly opened her eyes, saw me and smiled. I left Wyatts side to be with Brooke. They I started to wonder why Wyatt wasn't waking up yet. He finally opened an eye and muttered out the words, "they poked me" and then went back to sleep. The nurse moved him to the post op room and I sat with him still waiting for him to wake up. When he did open his eyes he was so dizzy so he just kept sleeping it off. He didn't have the same anesthesia that his cousin had and they flushed Wyatts but he still had a bit of a hard time.
Once he was up, he got his popsicle and started with the repetitive questions. I should have recorded him.
These two did so great! I'm pretty sure I had more tears than the two of them combined.
Now we wait for the results and pray for answers. It's not fair that these cuties have to have so much pain everyday! I am in awe of their bravery and pray they can feel better.