The Little Drunk

Yesterday was Teague's MRI, the one that Dr. Watson will use to plan his radiation treatments. Again, they let me hold him during sedation, but this time it was different. They gave him Nembutal, which was making the room spin as it took effect, and he was doing a Stevie Wonder thing with his head. He did not like it, and he was fighting the sleep. He was hard to hold onto. But I rocked him and sang to him, and he let it take over.

The MRI was pretty quick (about 20 minutes), but Teague still had to stay asleep for two hours from the time he'd gotten the meds. Otherwise, we were told, he would be inconsolable and would not even acknowledge his parents. Evidently, it would be a nightmare. So Quinn and I sat in recovery watching Arrested Development on the iPod while the little guy slept it off. Or at least until he slept enough of it off. The effects can last 12 to 24 hours. Glad they gave us the warning.

Teague was wobbly the rest of the day. They even had us support his back as we carried him to the car like we would if he were an infant. Not easy with this size of a kid. His speech was slow, too. I'd never seen a drunk toddler before.

By this morning he was almost back to normal. He could run, but he'd trip over bare carpet. Stop running toward the fireplace, please. I was glad when, after his nap, he was coordinated again.