We stayed up until 12 with Simon Wednesday night—Sophia was asleep as soon as we put her in her bed, but Simon fussed for quite a while. I couldn’t fall asleep until 1 or so; Darin didn’t come to bed until 3, and I don’t think he was even playing World of Warcraft. You need something done on Safari? Look for Darin ’round 2am; he’s still on the job.

I set the alarm for 5:20am…and managed to wake up before it. I haven’t the slightest idea how, but whomp: there it was. I got up and got Simon, who was definitely surprised and unpleased about being woken up. I took him downstairs. Darin got up shortly thereafter (2 hours sleep) and came down too. After a while, he went back upstairs and got another hour of sleep.

Simon had a great morning: he got to watch as much TV as he wanted. And once the sun came up, his energy level seemed to rise too. And once Sophia joined us, around 8, the two of them played very happily together. Sophia’s the only well-rested one among us.

Darin’s car is still broken. Normally I would drive him to work, but I knew the car would put Simon to sleep within seconds, so Rob very generously came down and gave Darin a ride into work.

Simon started staggering around the house around 9, so I called the hospital and left a message on the EEG department voicemail, asking if we could possibly come in earlier than our 12:30 appointment. I called again around 10:30, got someone on the line, and she told me to come in around noon. I watched Simon, who was alternately crying and running like crazy, and lying on the ground with big, staring eyes, and thought: there is no way I am going to keep this kid awake until noon.

Which I didn’t: at 11am he fell asleep, and no amount of persuasion short of slapping his face (which, I’ll have you know, I did not do) was going to wake him up.

AT 11:10 the phone rings. It’s the EEG technician, who said she’d tried to call me on our other number (Me: “Uh, we only have this number”), because it was okay if we came in at 10:30.

“He’s already fallen asleep.”

“Can you wake him up? Do you have anyone to keep him awake in the car?”

Neat. Uh, that’s a no, good buddy.

So I bundled the kids into the car and dashed to the hospital. Simon was pretty much asleep the whole time. We had to register, and then the nurse showed us to the EEG Department. I laid Simon on the bed and asked the technician what was going to happen.

“Can we go now?” Sophia demanded. We had passed the gift shop on the way in to the hospital, and she had some important toys to check out.

“We’ll be back soon,” I said to the technician.

“But…usually the parents stay,” said the technician, clearly wondering what my problem was. Yes, Mommy stupidly scheduled the EEG on the day when she’d have both kids, so Mommy is going to go check out the gift shop instead of staying with Simon.

We went to the gift shop (I bought Simon a little notebook, since he is notebook obsessed these days—walks around with a notebook and pen, scribbling, constantly—and I bought Sophia a package of M&Ms, which she thought was a good deal) and then we sat on the hallway outside the EEG room, eating M&Ms and reading the Sleeping Beauty story in the book of fairy tales we brought with.

At one point the technician came out and said, “He’s awake.” I stood in the doorway and looked at my boy, who had all of those crazy electrodes stuck to his head, just like you see in the movies. His head was lolled to the side and he was staring his big eyed stare at me. I smiled at him and said to her, “He’ll be asleep again in a minute.” Which he was.

When it was all over, Sophia and I went into the room and I asked what the EEG had seen. “I can’t tell you anything,” said the technician, which made me immediately think she was hiding something (which just goes to show I’m confusing technicians and official spokespersons). The pediatric neurologist has to get the readout and he’ll get back to me about what it actually says.

“Because he woke up, we may need to do this again,” she told me.

Oh, neat.

I started pulling the electrodes off of Simon’s scalp—they’re connected by this really icky goo that evidently hardens when it dries; the technician tried to wipe as much off of it as she could, but Simon had a punk hairdo the rest of the day. The whole time I was doing this he was fast asleep. He didn’t wake up until I picked him up and said, “Simon! Simon!” a few times. Evidently Simon inherited Darin’s sleeping abilities. (Well, except when Darin goes to bed at night he is instantly asleep, whereas Simon is getting into the habit of dragging out the bedtime for 30 minutes or more every single night.)

By the time we got home from the hospital I was a complete zombie (though not in the flesh-eating zombie down-at-the-pub kind of way) and let the kids run riot over me. Sophia (the only rested one) dictated what we did for the rest of the afternoon.

And then I had to drive back to Apple to get Darin. Whom I would have asked to drive, except he was in worse shape than me. We had stopped at Cicero’s Pizza for dinner, which was very tasty, and then we got home and everyone was asleep by 8:15.

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So, the short of it is:

I have no further information about what anomalies, if any, are present in Simon’s brain.

I am assuming I’ll hear next week, either about what the EEG said or whether we need to do it again.

Well, I’ll know for next time: schedule it on a day when Sophia will be in school and schedule it for earlier in the morning.