After the nurse came in to give us our discharge papers, I helped Mister put his jammies back on. The nurse came in and let him hunt for treasure in the Surgery Land Treasure Chest.
He picked an orange cup with a snowman on it, and a clear ball with a snowman in it.
After he secured his loot, I told him we needed to put our coats on since we were going home. He leaned back and informed me he wasn’t going anywhere. What?
I am not kidding! He said, “You can just go home by yourself, I am staying right here.”
He was as serious as a heart attack! I had to pick him up and carry him out, because he refused to get off the bed. LOL.
Once we got out to the waiting area, he informed me, “Today it’s my job to do everything my way, so I am pushing the buttons on the elevator.” Okay.
As we were driving home, I asked him if he could tell me what happened when he went to sleep. This was our conversation…
“Sure thing, Mommy. I just went to sleep on the moon.”
“On the moon?”
“Yep, on the moon.”
“Oh, okay. Well, what happened while you were sleeping on the moon?”
“I heard the crickets,” he said.
“There were crickets on the moon?”
”Were the crickets singing?”
”No, they were just cricketing.”
”And the lion, it just said roar.”
”There was a lion?”
”Yah, Mommy, and a baby. The lion just said roar.”
”Oh, and what was the baby doing?”
”The baby was playing.”
”That’s nice. What was the baby playing with?”
”The baby was playing with the lion, Mommy. You know that.”
Because he was older this time around, I google’d anesthesia and children to see what I could expect. I found some great information, but none of them mentioned sleeping on the moon.
Having had dozens of surgeries myself as a child, I can see where the big lights in the operating room could resemble a moon to a child under the effects of anesthesia. Perhaps they had soundscapes on, and that is where the cricketing crickets came from. The lion and the baby? Morphine and oxycodone is my guess…
He’s chilling on the couch now, and is pretty zoned.