all done.

grayson was a champ with a capital 'c'. i might go into detail in this post because, as said before, this serves as my documentation of my kids' lives. sorry if its too much. :) we started the day with me giving him a bottle at 5:30 this morning, just so that i could give him another one at 7:45 , before the "no more food past 8 a.m." rule kicked in, which worked great by the way. when he woke up from his morning nap, i did everything in my POWER to keep him distracted, including pulling he and aislyn up the street for a looong time in the radio flyer wagon that my parents and kenny's parents got grayson for his birthday, SO fun. he would sleep in that thing if he could. of course we were late, so i was totally stressed, parking at the children's hospital is a nightmare. but it ended up that we were fairly early. grayson played with the toys in the waiting room and really did good for a kid who was SO so tired and hungry. i didn't eat all day either, mainly because of nerves. i really really thought i was going to hurl most of the day. we got back to his prep room and they gave me this pair of orange scrubs to put him in. they were GINORMOUS. grayson was not a fan, and was trying to rip them off until he was too tired to fight anymore because of his lack of sustenance. :) he looked cute in them. but of course it made me more scared, because it was just weird. the nurse brought me a "bunny suit" and told me that i would probably get to hold him while he was gassed. i don't really know what would be worse, holding your kid while they pass out, or having the anesthesiologist carry them away. i will never know what its like to hold them while they are gassed because apparently i am not a "good candidate." seriously. thats what the anesthesiologist told me. he said that he had been to a seminar in arkansas or something, where they learned which moms and dads would actually help the anesthesia process, or make it worse. he said they didn't like to have "two patients" back there. really? that's just MEAN. he said i wasn't holding my sniffles well. what? i mean, i kinda have a cold, i certainly wasn't crying. so i was totally offended by that, and i actually really liked the guy until he said that. but, whatever, i guess he probably knows more about it than me, and maybe i would have fallen apart. but don't you think i LOOK like i totally had it together? (and yes thats a sock on his arm. its not a foot coming out of his shoulder, though it looks like it). we played in that room for a looooooooooooong time. luckily grayson was great. they gave him a mickey mouse doll to play with, just after his doctor came in wearing a goofy hat. literally, like goofy the disney character. it was great. he said the parents get more of a kick out of it than the kids, which i realized was true as i was a victim of nervous laughter while grayson just stared at him.
finally they came to get him, and he had already fallen asleep in my arms. the anesthesiologist took him from me and talked to him sweetly and whisked him away. SO HARD. i did NOT care for that part of my day. during our talk with him, he told me that he would be gassed, then get a couple IV's, and then they would intubate (sp?) him (breathing tube). i hadn't realized that they would do that, so that was kinda hard to hear. kenny and i went out into the waiting room, where my mom was waiting for us. she did a GREAT job of keeping me distracted. i don't even remember what she was talking about but her mouth was moving 100 mph which was good for me i think for sure. steffen came up to see us too. his residency is there at the hospital , so he trekked on over and prayed with us during the procedure which was very cool of him. after about 40 minutes, dr. fahl came out and grabbed a piece of paper to map what he had done. in a nutshell, he took a piece of his bowel or intestine, two pieces of his stomach and two pieces of his esophagus. he said everything actually looked normal, except for part of the stomach. it looked very red to him. i didn't like hearing that. he said that he may be making more of it than it is, but he took a piece from the red part and the not red part so he can see if they are different. it will take a week for the results. when we got to go back and see grayson in recovery, he saw us with his little drugged up half open eyes and sat straight up, just yanking on his IVs. he looked so small and helpless as he thrashed about SCREAMING. not a happy camper. i made him sip some water, which he just about threw across the room because ALL he wanted was a bottle. i think i scared the nurse as i insisted that she FIND HIS PACIFIER since it was missing and i knew he needed it. she went back to the O.R. and there it was. he downed his little bottle so fast, and then was back to thrashing and crying in the saddest little voice i've ever heard. poor baby, you could totally tell his little throat was killing him. after a few minutes, they told us we could go. we had borrowed my parents' car (ours is forever in the shop it seems) and we did not have the key to open it, only the one to start it. so while we waited for our rescuer, we took our thrashing baby outside to wait.
we sat on the sidewalk and played with a couple hot wheels, and he was much better. once we got in the car, he fell asleep, sweet boy. yes, that's a sad leftover tear on his right cheek.
the evening has been ok. he was happy to see his uncle taylor and big sister when he got home. he's asleep now, and all is well. we just will wait for the results and pray for the best. thanks so much for your prayers. it was a scary day. but God is faithful as always. and the first gastro endo fdaf;ejkduodenallajfdklsa ;oscopy is over. :)