Gracie and I were scheduled to report to Children's Hospital at 7:40 this morning.....pretty much immediately after we got there they told us they were running behind....it just kept getting farther behind. About 10:45, after we watched Frozen one and a half times, played in the playroom for awhile, took baby for her 10th walk around the halls and tried to explain to Gracie for the 100th time why she couldn't have anything to eat.....it was FINALLY her turn.
I asked them not to give her the sedative they usually use before anesthesia, because when she had her original tubes put in they gave it to her and it made her crazy and very hard to calm down. They agreed and she handled it like a champ. She gave me a hug and then laid down on her bed and let the nurse roll her away (while she watched Frozen (AGAIN) on her ipad). I think it was harder on me then her.
The surgery only took about 30 minutes. They have changed things since the last time we were there (Maggie's tonsils), now they take the parents back to recovery so you are there when they wake the kids up. So they let me pick her up and rock her while the anesthesia wore off. She was pretty groggy at first, but I think it would have been worse if she had strangers all around. The doctor came in to tell me she did great and that he was confident we had made the right decision. She bled pretty bad during her surgery. They ended up cauterizing 4 spots in her nose and since she was under, he checked her ears and decided to replace her tubes. Once she was awake I asked her if she hurt anyplace and she quickly pointed to the blood pressure cuff and said that's what hurt.
Once she had a drink and a couple of crackers she very loudly and sternly asked the nurse if she could put her panties back on (don't ask why she had to take them off in the first place????). They said she could, so they unhooked all her machines, let her get dressed and pretty quickly sent us on our way. By the time we got to my dad, she was acting pretty much like her old self, a little tired, but not at all bothered by what she'd just been through.
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| Is it our turn yet???? please! |
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| All done! |
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| Poor baby had a rough day :( |
Gracie slept all the way home and was ready to play when we got here. She got to spend a few minutes with Grandma before she headed back to Omaha. Then she begged to go ride her bike, so after a few minutes of watching her play like normal I asked if she wanted to go to her last soccer game. I had no intention of her going, but the weather was beautiful and she seemed to be feeling great.
Tonight was the last game, in ALL of the previous games there has never been any contact. Nobody has gotten hurt, they can't kick the ball hard enough for it to come off the ground and hit anyone in the face (or more specifically the nose)....mostly it's just six little girls running back and forth bunched around a ball giggling. Of course tonight would be the night one little girl had to be taken out for punching an opposing player and Gracie got hit in the face by another little girls head. Thankfully her nose didn't start to bleed (in my defense I specifically asked if we needed to protect her nose and the doctor said "no, we should just try to keep her finger out of it".) She cried for a little while, but then decided to go back in and play, I felt pretty bad.
Their favorite part of soccer is putting their hands in and yelling "PANDAS" and snacks, I'm not sure they actually know there is a game.
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| Surgery, what surgery? |
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| Gracie and her friend Hannah played a decent percentage of the season holding hands :) |
Too bad coach Arnie had to miss the last game!