After I left yesterday evening, Jace turned into a naughty skitter. He became a capital G GRUMP. The nurse suspected he was hungry, but the belly is the last thing to wake up from anesthesia. A little bit of barf can make a WHOLE lot of hurt, so they were trying to hold him off from eating until this morning.
LC's temperament matches her dad's blissfully. Both are extremely laid back...hard to aggravate...rather be smiling, roll with the punches kind of folks.
It looks like Jace is taking after me.
He was irate. He was demanding phone numbers. Ordering to be put in touch with the head of the hospital. He wanted someone in a position of AUTHORITY and PRONTO.
So, his nurse upped his sedation. And moved the phone out of Jace's reach. And treated him to an extra dose of morphine.
Today's plan is to wean him off of oxygen and bring him out of sedation. This should be quite a show. We expect him to wake up with guns blazing. In hopes of buttering him up, Child Life Services brought down a rockstar rainforest mobile to cheer him. I'm not optimistic. I'm pretty sure he's going to greet us with some foul language.