We made it through the Tonsillectomy yesterday.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still nerve racking.
We got to bed a little after 11 and I was up at 3. It was more of a tease then sleep. Especially if you have a baby that woke up at 2.
Here is Lael at 4am. Smiling.
She is my hero.
We made it to the hospital and checked in by 5. We spent about an hour in the Peds wait room where we made various buildings out of wood sticks.
By 6:30 we were taken into the operating room. They allowed her to keep her pjs on and take her stuffed animal Rainbow Monkey.
We played Angry Birds and other silly games. Hubby and Kobi waited in the OR wait room.
The doctors were great. They came in and joked around with her. They explained everything that would happen.
She made the nurses laugh. She's awesome like that. She wasn't nervous AT ALL. (can't say the same for myself)
At 7:25 I had to say my goodbyes. I was sooo nervous. They tell you there is a small percentage of people who don't wake up from surgery. I prayed my baby wasn't in that percentage. I prayed and prayed.
I walked down to the wait room and distracted myself with the cuteness of Kobi. It was the shortest and longest hour ever.
At 8:30 the surgeon came in smiling and told me they were done and everything went perfect.
My hubby decided to go see her first since I saw her off (that pissed me off but I understood). He showed up a few minutes later telling me to go back because she was still sleep.
I went back and there she was, knocked out.
5 minutes passed. Then 10, 15, 20. I watched the little boy who came out after Lael wake up and cuddle with his mom.
I began to get nervous. Right when I started asking questions she woke up. She looked at me and started to cry. Not a sobbing cry but the silent tears down your cheek type.
I hushed her not to cry and of course she cried more which of course made me cry.
She was awake. A little high, but awake.
After a Popsicle and a few minutes of Shrek we were moved our own private room.
We spent about 3hrs there and then it was time to go home.
Pain or no pain. She still smiles.
There will be nothing but JELLO, Popsicle's and juice for the next few days. But I don't hear her complaining.
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