Here we are waiting for the pre-op meds to kick in. A little valium goes a long way.
Here is Kid loaded up in the Red Wagon with all her comfort things waiting to get wheeled back to the OR (never mind that she had stopped sleeping with Pig and sucking on Pacie they came back for this mission!)
Here is Kid sleeping it off in Recovery Phase 2.
So it is over... and really... that is all that matters. Our surgeon actually remembered that she was scheduled for surgery today (YES she forgot last time and we had to wait an additional 2.5 hours!!!). She also went ahead and did the *next* procedure instead of repeating the failed one from last time. This is a HUGE relief since had it been repeated we would most certainly be looking at a third surgery in another 6 months. Being the detail oriented mommy that I am I was able to request the same Anethesiologist that we had last time (loved him and she did much better than with her previous procedure) and EVEN better they pumped her with anti-nausea drugs and this time she did not come out feeling sick to her stomach.... or puking all over us and the car! Her eyes are hurting her today and are RED but last time she was literally crying blood and her eyes looked like something out of a horror film... truly and heartbreakingly hard to look at. She has taken to the basement couch where she will get her fill of unlimited TV for the next few days. She just told me to leave her alone (sniff sniff) since I am the medicine dispenser and she wants none of it. I wish there was some way to get her to understand that it makes the pain go away but she doesn't want to hear it.
I'm off to go think of some kind of MAJOR bribe (she even turned down an American Girl Doll... this is serious stuff folks!... oh and don't worry it was for completing the full cycle of medicine not just 4 Tylenol tablets!). Scratch that I did just give her an American Girl Doll for taking 4 Tylenol (with the promise to take it again in 6 hours). Don't judge me people! It is my old one I've been saving (yes they made them when we were kids... okay I was a little old to be getting a doll that Christmas... whatever) so really it is free.... now that is the benefit of being a pack rat!