It’s official. We are now a household that includes just eight tonsils.
Cass was a little champ for her surgery. And there was only a fleeting instant during which I thought my legs might crumble beneath me. It was as they wheeled her bed through the OR doors that we weren’t allowed through. Jeff and I turned to head back to the waiting room and at the last second I heard her yell “Mommy…”
Tell me your heart wouldn’t have broke in two had it been you. Because mine totally did.
I am such a weenie. But I managed to reign in the tears.
The surgery only lasted about forty minutes. And then we were escorted to the recovery room where Cass was waking up WAY more gently than she did from the tooth debacle. She was in and out (mostly in) of sleep for a long while but when she was awake she kept asking me to “pet me” and by that she meant for me to rub her hair. How cute is that? Pet me.
It was really, really tough to leave her at the hospital with Jeff. Part of me wanted to stay. But the other part knew Jeff was much better suited for the job because at one point this afternoon Cass vomited and I about threw two nurses through the curtain because they weren’t properly reacting to what I just knew would lead to a choking/bleeding fiasco.
Turns out it wasn’t so much a choking/bleeding anything.
Just vomit.
My overreaction is the result of one too many memories of Cass being hooked up to scary beeping machines in the NICU. Or the sight of her being taken by ambulance from one hospital to another as she fought a true respiratory emergency.
Thank God I had my level-headed Gram there to rein me in during both of those previous instances. But she wasn’t here today.
So you’ll have to forgive my tendency to freak out.
I’ll just be happy when that risk of bleed out at days 5-7 passes.
Blissfully uneventfully.
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She made it! Woohoo!
Sorry to hear about the loss of two tonsils. Curious: Are they like teeth where you can take them home afterward and be one of those moms that keeps EVERYTHING under the sun? ;o)
No offense to those moms. I do keep stuff that my kids made or did…just not every tiny little thing.
I’ll stop now.
I’m sure you’re glad that part is over. Way to go!
The nurses need to deal with a freakoutmom once in a while. Keeps ‘em on their toes.
I’m glad the worst is over!
I am glad she got through the surgery and recovery well. She is still in my prayers. And yes, my heart would have broken in two, too! I love the “pet me” line. How sweet!
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Yay Cassidy!! Yay Mom!!
That’s wonderful that she’s doing well. I can relate to your feelings about hospitals. We were at the Heart Hospital in January visiting my father whenever my daughter had a severe allergic reation to peanuts (at the time I had thought that it was her asthma). There is absolutely NOTHING more terrifying than an ambulance ride with your child from one hospital to another. **sigh** It is scary stuff.
Glad it was such a success! And, WTG for holding back the tears.
I’m glad it went well! And yes, that would’ve broken my heart, too.
Oh, I would have totally freaked with the vomit, thinking it would cause a bleed out. Yikes.
Glad it went well! I know it’s a big, big relief to be done with it.
Phew! So glad to hear everyone made it through. It’s never easy especially for mom.
I’m glad she is doing well. And curious about her staying in the hospital- is that standard now? I had mine out about 11 or so years ago and it was outpatient.
Hang in there mom!
So glad it went well!!! :-)
I’m tickled to hear everything went well. I’ll be praying for a quick recovery.
I’m so glad it went smoothly!
Been praying for you since last week, and hoping that the weekend was uneventful!
That might have just killed me. :-( (Calling mommy, not the puking, although the puking too. GADS.)
Glad all went well and hopefully so will the recovery.