weird story. X 3

Crew had eye surgery today.

{again}

I think this time may be the last one.

{i am getting good vibes}

Sorry, I don't have any fresh pictures of his bloody, gooey eye.

Our camera was stolen.

{weird story}

and

my phone camera that actually took decent pics. no longer works.

'cuz I dropped into a toilet bowl full of my own urine.

{like pee}

and then fished it out with my bare hand,

at 4am.

and the phone still works

{but not the camera}

{with only minimal urine stains under the touch screen}

{also, weird story}

So, you get to look at old pics of my sweet crew that I haven't put on this blog before.

Some that show his crazy eye and his luscious hair.

{lucky you.}

Anyway, Crewser and I drove down to PCH at the crack of dawn.

We enjoyed some together time while we waited for surgery to begin.

He was a brave little guy.

I wasn't worried.

{he had gotten a priesthood blessing from his fab dad}

They took him into the OR and I went to the waiting room.

When the nurse came to get me after it was over she explained that he doing well, but was "aggitated".

{ I figured that fasting and then getting my eye cut open might make me "aggitated"}

 SO I walk into recovery to see my little man eyes closed, laying peacefully.

{insert birds chirping}

I let him know I am there and help the nurse hold his hands down so he doesn't hurt his eye.

Then...

All heck breaks loose.

 {heck was a nice word for it}

Crew in a half awake dream, starts screaming at me.

{mean things. Very mean.}

The nurse gives me the "this is what I was talking about" look.

I try to calm my boy by picking him up, rocking him, singing, etc.

He responds by punching me in the face, pinching, screaming louder, and pushing me away.

{I laid him in the bed. Guard rails up}

The kind nurse then moved us to the back.

{a private room, where my offspring wouldn't scare other children as they woke up.}

His tyraid continued...for 45 minutes.

Then the nurse helped me change my darlings clothes.

{while his fists were flying and he is SHRIEKING}

She escorted us to the door.

I hauled my 42 lb. boy out of the surgery center, accross the street, and into the parking garage.

My arms were burning as I held a boy who was OUT OF CONTROL.

Strangers were gathering as I was attempting to get to my car while my son is screaming,

 " I don't love you. You are not my friend! No Mommy NO!!!!!!"

{repeated 297 times}

{oh, did I mention that he is punching, kicking and head butting}

{cuz he was}

As I  use all of my might to buckle him into the carseat, I notice 2 strangers standing behind my car.

I walk to the back wondering what their beef is.

{don't mess with me, I am currently using ALL of my patience}

They thought I was kidnapping Crew.

They wrote down my license plate info, and car description and may have taken a picture of me on their cell phone... for good measure.

{they apparently hadn't dropped their camera phone into a pot of pee}

I calmly explained that he belongs to me.

He just was having a "negative reaction" to anesthesia.

I showed him my hospital arm bracelet to prove it.

They moved and let me back out of my parking spot.

{since I was not a child snatcher}

half way home crew fell completly to sleep.

{for 2.5 minutes}

and woke up the most darling, sweet, calm boy ever.

He doesn't remember any of his "anger issues".

weird.

I am glad to have my angel boy back.

That other guy didn't like me much.

Drugs are bad news.

Really bad.

 {i am full of weird stories}

ps. he is healing fantastically.

he should be back to normal soon. :)