Anna's surgery was Monday. She was scared, at least up until they told her they didn't have to put the IV in until she was asleep. Then she was happy. : ) She had to drink a foul-tasting medicine, and threw up the first time she took it, but the next time she kept it down. They had told us it would be about two hours to do the preliminary stuff, and it was, two hours on the dot when they took her back to the operating room. BUT, they had told us it would be just about 45 minutes for the surgery, and it was more like an hour(and of course each minute seemed like another hour to nervous parents. lol) when they finally came out and told us we could go to the consultation room. the doctor came in and talked to us a little, then we went to the room they were bringing her to...and waited and waited...about another hour. We were *very* pesky, asking every few minutes if everything was all right and when would she be out. lol I'm sure we were much more trouble than she was. lol FINALLY she came out to the room...and promptly got sick again. The anesthesia wearing off, I guess. She wanted to stay for a bit...resting and watching cartoons...so we sat for another hour or so, getting the last forms signed and the instructions for care and a prescription and a follow-up appointment and all those sorts of things. She watched an episode of Tom and Jerry and an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog. then she felt well enough to leave.
She got sick again on the way home, but slept most of the way. When we got home we fixed her up on the couch.
Monday evening, though, my nephew had a birthday party, so we went up to mom's. Anna couldn't go out and play, and she didn't feel very well, so she didn't have the best time ever. When we got home she went back to her couch and refused to move all day Tuesday...well, except for that one time she got up and played computer games for a bit. lol
Tuesday we spent all day catering to her...mostly changing the DVD that was playing, or giving her medication. She watched the clock all day, keeping up with when she should take her meds.
Wednesday, she said it didn't hurt, hardly, and she didn't ask for her medicine at all. So, I trusted she knew what she needed, and didn't try to make her take any. (I had thought of giving her some at night to help her sleep, but then I thought it was silly for me to think I might know better than her what her body needed.)
Last night she started playing with Oscar, rolling around the floor and running and jumping, so I'm assuming she's feeling fine.
Right now she's chasing him with a fly swatter. lol
She's feeling fine. : )
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