Totally Tubular

Baby's First Surgery was today (although I don't see a page for that in the baby book, weird) and I'm happy to report that everything went just fine. We were originally scheduled for a 6:45 arrival and 7:45 procedure, but yesterday we were rescheduled to an 8:45 arrival. That meant two additional hours without food or drink, which made me cringe but what can you do? We left the house at about 8:15 and arrived right on time. Check in was a breeze and they had plenty of toys for her to play with and keep her mind off of wondering where the heck breakfast was. We went back to pre-op at about 9:00 and changed her into her little surgery pajamas.

Not really the look I was going for, mom


Ooh, this looks like something I could destroy


Someone let me outta here!


Thank you, distractions

At 9:30 or so they gave her a dose of happy juice which made her loopy as all get out. The intention was to make it less traumatic for her when I handed her over, but I had to wonder where my dose of that was because when the nurse came in to take her it was pretty rough. I held it together but I won't mind if I never have to do that again.

I walked out to the waiting room, set my stuff down, and got a coffee. Before I could even reach for the newspaper at the next table the nurse called for me and said, "the doctor wants to see you". I thought great, something's gone wrong and he can't do the procedure and this is going to be a huge disaster and oh my god the insurance is going to be a nightmare. So I went into the consult room and about two minutes later he walked in, sporting the blue scrubs, and proclaimed that it was done and she was waking up. What? I knew it would be fast but holy cats, that was unreal. A few minutes later they let me back in recovery. She was still loopy but awake enough to be super irritated. I brought some of her favorite books so we hung out in the recovery room for a while while she came out of her cloud. She was still cranky and whining when the nurse said they had some graham crackers and did we want some? Uh, yeah we do, on the double! They changed G's life and in between the first and second one I'm convinced that she said, "cracker". 'Atta girl.

We drove home and while I thought she would be famished she basically ate three bites of a banana and was done. So we played in her room and after about 30 minutes she was ready for a snooze. She went down like a dream and slept from noon-4, a definite record for this non-sleeper. When she got up, dadddy was home and life was back to normal. We have a check up in two weeks but in the meantime thanks for all the good thoughts and calls, and hopefully this is the end of the wretchedly infected ear-road for this little one!