Once we checked in, we headed to the surgery floor waiting room, and Lynnie started to act a little nervous. She hated her wristband, and held her arm up the whole time. Thank goodness they put it on her left hand, since she uses her right hand more!
|but I look so cute in my pajamas!|
After her exam, she got to ride in the wagon to the surgery waiting room. The wagon ride was a hit.
We played with this toy the longest. It would make noises as Lynnie slipped the stars on. And notice how she is holding her left hand, not using it at all. Silly wristband!
After hearing all of the options, we chose to give Lynlee Versed before her surgery, a sedative. She has really bad stranger anxiety right now, and they talked about how if the child is too upset, they can't keep the anesthesia mask on long enough to put them under. Lynlee was really funny all doped up, she was singing and giggling and acting really loopy. You can see it in her eyes!
|saying goodbye -- another wagon ride to go to surgery|
|They played at one of Tammy's friend's houses, and Ellie made all sorts of new "best friends"|
|Grandma sent us this picture, and said, "I won!"|
About 5 minutes later, she came out to the waiting room and told us, "oh, those alarms were for your daughter. She started spasming when they pulled her breathing tube out and everyone started panicking, but she's OK now."
How's that for bedside manner?
When I was able to get to Lynlee, the nurses there explained it much more nicely. They said it was fairly common, and Lynlee wasn't as awake as they thought when they tried to take the breathing tube out. She did have spasms, but they reinserted the tube and she was fine. They let her wake up a little bit more and the tube came out just fine.
So, the doctor told us in all of our meetings before that the anesthesia would be the worst part of the day, but I wasn't prepared for how bad it was. They only allow one adult at a time in that first room, and I was first. Lynlee was inconsolable. She was trying to wake up, but wasn't awake enough to open her eyes, and she was mad. She was also in some pain, and it took 3 doses of medicine to hit her threshold. She kept on signing milk (her comfort) but they wanted her to have clear liquids first. Lynlee was not interested in the sugar water in the bottle or the apple juice in a sippy cup. After about half an hour of crying and insistent signing (and thrashing about and arching her back and being miserable), they said she could have her milk.
The nurse called out to have Greg come in with the diaper bag and switch me. Lynlee took her milk right away and kept on sucking so hard that she would stop breathing. Her sats would drop in the 80s and Greg would pull the milk out, she would get mad and cry, her sats would come back up, and the cup went back in.
After she was drinking, the nurse ushered me out. I couldn't bear to go back to the waiting room, so I just stood in the hallway and watched through the little window. After a couple of minutes, they took pity on me and let me back in.
She went to bed well, and woke up about 12:30 that night for more milk, and acted like her normal self (we were told the anesthesia effects would last between 12-24 hours). On Thursday, it was like nothing had even happened.