Today we had Taylor's tear duct probing procedure. Now that it's over, calling it "surgery" is really a bit of an overstatement. We arrived at the surgical hospital bright and early, everyone seemed genuinely shocked at how calm and easygoing Taylor was. We actually had one nurse ask if Taylor had been given "happy drugs" before her procedure! No, we are just blessed with a very easy going baby (she definitely gets that from Jody, lord knows how high strung I am sometimes). At the hospital she was given a very weird sort of one-eyed fish that is apparently made of teddy bears (see below). I know it was probably hand made by a little old lady volunteering to help little kids, but c'mon? A one-eyed fish made of teddy bears???? That's a stretch, even for me. At about 8:00 a nurse carried our little Munkie back to the OR (insert brave-faced dad and bawling mother here). At 8:45 the surgeon came out and said they were all done and that she did great. All we have to expect in the next few days is a little swelling, some bloody drainage, and maybe a little crabbiness. Poor baby was NOT happy when we went back to see her. I guess having your eyes gunked shut on top of waking up in a weird place with unfamiliar people can be a little disorienting. But, after about fifteen minutes and a little apple juice she was pretty calm. Once they took out her IV, she was pretty much the same little happy girl we arrived with. She even was all smiles when I was buckling her into her carseat. Now that we've been home a little while, and have been able to nap and eat, life is pretty much back on track. Someone is a little whinier than usual, but not bad in light of the situation.
Bundled up and ready to go! Where are we going today?
The weird one-eyed fish? Look at this sucker sideways (like I first did) and it's true shape is not so easily recognized.
Poor baby in recovery.
All it takes is a bottle followed by copious amounts of juice and life is once again as it should be!
I feel your pain! When the girls had to have tubes put in their ears, I cried! Anytime they have to knock them out, it's a scary ordeal...even Donnie freaked a little. That is why everytime there's a St. Jude commercial on, I want to donate my entire paycheck each month. I don't want to think about what those parents are going through! I would be a worthless basketcase!I'm glad it's over for you, though. On a side note, I LOVE YOUR HAIR! It hasn't been that short in a while, has it? Super cute!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I got sick and tired of how heavy that crap was on my head, plus it was a magnet for little fingers to grab onto. The only drawback is that I have to fix it every day now (I know you can relate!), which means 4:00 wake up time EVERY day. Oh well, what's a little sleep deprivation, right?
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