Back and ornerier than ever

Well, we are back. Everything went well. We got to the hospital right at 8, then they took us straight into our little room. Then the parade of people started. First the nurse to explain things and take vitals. Then the substitute anaesthesiologist (the one that was assigned to us was doing a c-section) came in to explain the procedure. Then another nurse. Then our anaesthesiologist, and finally, the doctor. Somewhere in the meantime they let mom give Jacob a syringe of Tylenol and a relaxant. Pretty soon Jacob was pretty loopy and dopey. It was quite funny. He had that look that we've all had after a few too many drinks. The grin was priceless.

Then they came and took him away. He didn't want to stay in his bed so the nurse carried him. He started out crying, then a nurse came back to assure us that he had already stopped crying and was just checking things out. What seemed like just a couple of minutes later, someone came to take his little baby gurney to the recovery room so he could come back to be with us.

We heard him coming, he wasn't happy. Well, he pretty much wasn't...Jacob. His eyes were pretty glazed and he was very confused. We don't think he even recognized us. He was mean and nasty. He hit mom in the throat a few times. He smacked me on the head several times, once knocking my glasses onto the floor. It took us about 45 minutes to get him calm enough to be able to come home.

On and off throughout the trip home Jacob was good then upset. As soon as we pulled into our driveway we got the "I want to go for a ride" whine. We had just been riding for 40 minutes. Anyway it goes, we are home and Jacob is almost back to normal. He is still a little out of it, his balance is off, and he is still not quite sure of what he wants (like I said, back to normal).

Looks like we are going to try lunch, and maybe a nap for everyone.