The Handsome Smurf

When Handsome was discharged from the hospital earlier this month, we understood that he would have apnea. We had to assure doctors that we were comfortable with Handsome turning blue and that we could handle it until EMS arrived and if they didn't make it in time, we could live with it. Bringing him home was important to us. Being a family for however long Handsome has left, is the MOST important thing to all of us.  So, we came home knowing there would be scary days and rough nights ahead. 

Yesterday, was one of those scary days for Handsome. I was mopping the floors when I heard his pulse ox monitor start beeping. I dropped my mop, knocked over my mop bucket and rushed to Handsome's side. His pulse ox read 40 and was continuing to drop. I turned on his oxygen and placed the mask on his face. 

I started praying out loud for God to give me strength to stay calm and free of anxiety, but after a few seconds of no change in Handsome's oxygen sats, I yelled for my two year old to get my phone. I was going to call 911. 

But my bossy toddler, put his hands on his hips and said, "No!" 

"LB," I cried "you have to. Your brother needs mommy to call 911. Please get my phone."

LB crossed his arms at his chest, stomped his foot and said, "No!"

I started to feel helpless, anxious. I prayed more. 

"LB, please." I couldn't leave Handsome's side because I was holding his oxygen mask. 

"I'm not getting you anything until you tell me why he gets to be a smurf and I don't." Oh, the way the mind of a two year old works. 

Luckily, at that moment Handsome's sats returned to baseline and he regained color in his lips and cheeks. He's a tricky little fella who likes to keep his mama on her toes! He likes to make sure I'm paying attention. 

And apparently, LB, likes smurfs. 

And needless to say mommy won't be mopping floors tomorrow without her phone in her pocket.