Oh, our God is good, all the time!

     Giggles had his sleep-deprived EEG today;  while we don't know the results for a week or so, at least he successfully slept for the procedure.  Something that I was thoroughly dreading (depriving him of sleep) went really, really well, thanks to God's answering of prayers.

    [Giggles had an EEG because of two supposed breath holding spells in the past four months.   He cries a couple short cries, then stops breathing, his lips get cyanotic, he stares through you and gets rigid, then his eyes roll back into his head before he finally gets a breath.  It is the scariest thing I've ever yet seen in my life. So, we're ruling out seizures vs breath holding spells.]

   So this was the plan:   a pajama party of movies for all three boys (how could I make Hugs and Smiley go to sleep while their baby brother was jumping around at midnight???) unitl Midnight.  Yes, midnight; a 22 month old had to stay up to midnight!  They set up their sleeping bags on the floor, we made kettle corn (sugar was the theme of the night) mixed in some baby M & Ms (see what I mean?) and turned on Curious George and The Ant Bully.    Here's a couple pictures of my baby around 9:30 or 10 pm last night.  Note the bowl of M&Ms:  

    DH was at a meeting, then did a short run, but returned for the 10 to 12 am shift so I could get some extra sleep.   Then I woke up at 4 am and put on Curious George again (I am not shy to admit that I used a monkey to babysit my baby from 4 am to 5:30 while I lightly dozed on the couch and we cuddled.  It's 4am -- I use all resources at my fingertips to survive).  He was really a good boy for the entire morning.

     I forgot that Giggles need to stay awake for the drive, so it wasn't until 5 min. or so into our drive that i caught a glimpse of him sleeping in the back seat.  "Hugs!!!!!!  You've got to keep him awake!!! Wake him up!!" I yelled at the 8-year-old.   We made enough noise to rouse Giggles, then fed him chocolate chip pieces (yes, more sugar) for the rest of the way to the hospital.  "Mom,"  Hugs asks, "Can I have some chips, too?"   "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  I yell frantically.  "Those have to last the whole drive to the hospital!!"  They did, too, and it was funny to watch Giggles shovel piece after piece into his mouth!

     Giggles was amazingly cooperative as the electrodes were applied to his head; and even though he started to fuss during the last three, he wasn't horridly thrashing about.  He enjoyed all the songs I sang to him.  The minute it was all done and I cuddled him into the crook of my arm, his eyelids got very heavy and he dozed off.   He only needed about 23 minutes of sleep, so I woke him and it was all over. 

    Thanks for all your prayers!