While we were getting checked in and the nurse was checking her weight, blood pressure, oxygen levels... etc., she was very patient. She whimpered once or twice, but other than that, she didn't cry. This is a huge improvement from when she had tubes! She screamed when the nurse came in the room!
While we were talking with her doctor and anesthesiologist, she was a trooper, too. She talked to them and answered their questions. Her doctor actually went on and on about how well she speaks for a not-quite-two-year-old. She gave them high-fives and fist bumps. And, she was actually trying to jump on the bed... obviously, she had no clue what was about to happen.
I was concerned about them taking her back because she had not been given any medicine to relax her... they didn't think it was something she needed, any they were right. Chuck and I kissed her good-bye and told her we loved her, and then handed her off to her medical team. She protested a little, but didn't cry. I was proud of her for being brave, but at the same time sad to realize just how much she has grown up since getting tubes in May.
We barely got to the waiting room and sat down before they called to let us know that they surgery was underway. Then after getting off the phone with her nurse, I hardly got settled back in my seat before her doctor came out to tell us how surgery went. She did great, he said, and told us that she should have some immediate relief. Then he proceeded to tell us what a sweet daughter we have. He couldn't say enough about how sweet she was with them. I teared up... I know she's sweet, but I'm a little biased.
I got to see her a few minutes after speaking with the doctor and she was asking for my. She did cry some when she came out from the anesthesia, but that is to be expected. Between scratching her nose and drinking her juice, she asked to watch a 'moonie', a movie. She was so funny. Once I got her in my arms, she opened her eyes and looked around and said "I wanna watch a moonie." She didn't quite understand why there wasn't a TV there.
Once or twice I thought she might get sick, but she held her own as she was waking up. She was most unimpressed with the blood pressure cuff that kept squeezing her leg! She told the nurse several times, "I want it off."
When we finally got back to her room and the nurse started unhooking her, she relaxed more. I turned on her DVD player and she watched Tigger while we waited to go home. She asked a few times to go bye-bye and to get in the car, but ultimately she was pretty patient. Just before we left, the nurse took her iv out and put a band-aid on. Not cool with her. She didn't want a 'sticker'!
She watched movies all the way home, even though she had been up since 4:00 am, and waited to get home before falling asleep. She did take a long nap once we got home, and I had to wake her up so that we could go to Granna and Pop's. Shortly after getting there I put her to bed and she slept until 4:30.
At that point, I began to see the difference in her. She called out to me from her bed, so I went to check on her. She was talking to me and was wide awake. So, we got up to play... at 4:30. She literally RAN all over the house, bouncing from one piece of furniture to another. She would say "Run Fast" and run circles around the couch. She played that hard until about 10:30 and I convinced her to take a nap.
That lasted about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Then she was a hundred miles an hour again. And stayed that way until 8:00 tonight! The crazy part is that she is running a fever! It has been 100-101 most of the day, but around 4:30 it went up to 102.5. Even with this temp she still was running around playing. I could tell though that she was fevery because her cheeks were bright red. We put her in the tub to cool her down and then gave her a dose of Motrin. Other than me catching and holding her, she never slowed down!
I am hoping that tonight isn't a long one... she has cried out a few times already, but went back to sleep on her own all but once. If she could sleep through the night, I think she will be a totally different child tomorrow.
The idea of that scares me, though! If she felt this much better today, with a fever, I can't imagine how amazing she is going to feel once the fever is down! I don't know what I will do if she is this energetic all the time! I mean, literally, she was bouncing off of the furniture, she broke one of Granna's Christmas decorations (thank goodness Granna said it wasn't an important one!), oh, and she colored on the carpet! Seriously, SHE COLORED ON THE CARPET!!! I could have died!
Even though it was at my parents' house, which is the best case scenario if there has to be one, I still could have died! I felt terrible. Oh, and after that, we were at Laila, my niece's house playing... that's where her fever spiked and we put her in the tub... she went back to to bathroom and found a bath toy. A bath toy that squirts water. Emma walked up and down the hallway squirting water everywhere... They have only been in their beautiful new house a few months!
So, as much as I am thankful that she feels so much better, I am also overwhelmed with just how much better she feels! She has always been curious, but now she feels like acting on that curiosity! Really, though, I am so thankful that she is showing such a remarkable improvement. I just hate that she has been miserable for so long.
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers during this time. We felt all your love and support through the peace we experienced during her surgery. Chuck and I knew she was in all-knowing, loving, capable hands... not to mention the hands of a pretty great medical team!
I am so glad it went well and your baby is feeling so great!
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