Sophia's Surgery - 8/19/2008

Sophia had a Tonsillectomy and her adinoids removed on Tuesday. We tried to explain to her prior to the surgery this would be happening, etc. Of course we all know that she is 3 so this flies over her head and she doesn't know really what is going to be happening. I am completely paranoid about her getting a drink of water after midnight. Reminds me of that movie from the 80's - Gremlins - not that she will multiply so much as it is imperative that she not drink water - otherwise she will not be able to have the surgery which we have been waiting for for a couple of months now already. So I am having nightmares about her drinking water or any beverage for that matter most of the night not to mention waking up constantly with worry. Good Times!

Anyway... We wake her up at 5:45 am and head to the hospital. She is groggy - good!! Less demanding more sleepy. On the ride to the hospital - "Mommy, I'm tursty." Of course you are - when aren't you tursty!! The child has to have a beverage cup around her at all times. It was a miracle that she didn't wake up in the middle of the night letting us know she didn't have something to drink and we better hop to it getting her something! (She has done this - I swear!) Hence the nightmares..

I decided to document our short little journey in the hospital and some of the after. I need to scrapbook it for sure.

This is our sweet little clueless girl. It took us forever to get her to change out of her pj's and into the hospital gown. She was tired and cranky for awhile. Thank goodness her surgery was 2 hrs after we got there. Lots of hurry up and wait. She wanted pictures with Daddy too! I just love the sweet, happy, unaware and totally trusting girl.

They had to give her something that would help her transition into a pliable little girl - in other words drug her so she didn't care. The Dr. said it was like having 3 margaritas all at once. How much fun is that!! This was done by force of course- she wouldn't take it easily. You would have thought we were trying to poison her with all the fighting she did. Maybe if she knew how nice it was going to be she wouldn't have fought so hard. :) This is her a little after that. She loves that blue surgery cap. She asked if she could take it home for her doctor bag. She loves to play doctor - as long as it isn't with boys - play away! I've told her she can even grow-up to be one if you wants to. I can't keep her out of our first aid kit and she loves to give exams. She will step on you if you try to get up - excellent bedside manner. :)

She is all smiles - still clueless. Sweet baby girl! She tries to count her toes. 1, 2, 3, 4,....... humm... She tries again. 1, 2, 3,...... the doctor shows up and says she is probably seeing 3 of everything. :)

Well - she is ready - the anesthesiologist shows up and tells us what will happen and they wheel her off. She doesn't even care! She just looks at us like - see you later! I wish this came over the counter and we could use it as needed. I know there would be some wacked out kids out there though.

So we wait... and wait - it seems like forever but it is just 45 minutes to an hour if that. There is a lady in the waiting room who I talk to - she is there as a foster grandparent - complicated. The birth parents are there but not together - the mom is with her new husband. She looks 18 and the dad is by himself. I learn he is 31 and has another child he doesn't/can't see because the mom won't let him visit. He pays child support but he doesn't know were his daughter is - nice situation. He seems to genuinely care about his kids and tells the grandma foster parent that he is so greatful etc for all she is doing and he will call her to see how his son doing later that day (the little 9 mth old boy getting the procedure done). The mom on the other hand shows up late because she slept in - sorry - and doesn't even talk to this lady in the waiting room. Not ready for parenthood for sure. Me - can't sleep with worry. Her - not so much. No judging just noticing differences. Anyway - the small bit of soap opera in the waiting room. It made me grateful for my family and our situation and choices we made to get where we are. Long well traveled road - lots of lessons along the way and detours - ohh - the detours - I judge no one.

Well they call us back up to see her - she is awake and cranky. Same old Sophia just a few items shy of a whole Sophie. Poor baby girl. She is not happy to be here anymore....