Everything went very well today.
EVERYONE at the hospital was completely lovely to us. I don't think Jane was worried a bit. They gave her a new little stuffed animal in admitting (it's a cat, but she's calling it "puppy.") They never separated us at all, through the whole admission & prep procedure. It reminded me a lot of when I worked at Primary's - completely child focused.
We were there at 6:30am for admitting. I got in all my gear (Jane thought the hair cap was funny) and went back with her to the OR around 7:30. That was the hardest part. I wasn't really worried about the dental work, I was worried about the general anesthesia - she's so little, she's never had it, what if there was a bad reaction, what if she had trouble coming out of it .... The room and equipment was so big, the table was so big, her body so small. She seemed so vulnerable. Still, they never took her from me. I held her on my lap, and the anesthesiologist told her to "blow up the balloon" (a trick I've heard before.) She fought the mask a little, so I held it on her and felt her body go limp, and saw her eyes droop. I put her on the table - they had a cute air filled teddy bear covered warmer for under her .... I gave her a huge kiss, and walked out (sobbing.) I really don't know how parents with serious issues do this - so different to be on the receiving end!
I went to the parents waiting area, where they gave me a pager, and said I could go and eat, and they'd page me if they needed me. I got a bowl of oatmeal and some OJ and went back. I took a cross stitch with me, and the book club book to read, and snacks, and a water bottle. I was planning on a long wait, but it was faster than we thought. They only took about 2 1/2 hours, and didn't need to do any root canals, nerve work or caps. She said a few were under her gum, and she had to dig a little, and her gums would be tender - but really a great outcome.
I went back to recovery, to be with her as she woke up. She was crying, agitated & disoriented, but I held her and she started to calm down. She was retching, so they gave her some Zofran. They also gave her Fentanyl to slow her waking up a little, and help with any pain she may be having. I held her and rocked in the rocking chair for about another hour and a half, and then she started to wake up happy. She was thirsty, and hungry. She sipped water, and ate some crackers, then some apple cake. She was smiling and talking, and other than wanting her IV out, was happy.
At noon, they said we could come home. They gave her a teddy bear (and one for Jacob) in recovery. They warned me that she might get nauseated in the car - she did, but I told her to close her eyes, and she fell asleep. She was a little shaky on her legs the rest of the day, and took another brief nap in the afternoon - but otherwise seemed her happy little self.
THANK-YOU to everyone who said prayers on our behalf, who worried with us, and called to see how she was doing, and to Kathryn for bringing dinner. We love you, and feel grateful and blessed to have such great family & friends and access to great medical care, and really (despite December) healthy and vibrant children!
I am one happy, and relieved, Mama!
EVERYONE at the hospital was completely lovely to us. I don't think Jane was worried a bit. They gave her a new little stuffed animal in admitting (it's a cat, but she's calling it "puppy.") They never separated us at all, through the whole admission & prep procedure. It reminded me a lot of when I worked at Primary's - completely child focused.
We were there at 6:30am for admitting. I got in all my gear (Jane thought the hair cap was funny) and went back with her to the OR around 7:30. That was the hardest part. I wasn't really worried about the dental work, I was worried about the general anesthesia - she's so little, she's never had it, what if there was a bad reaction, what if she had trouble coming out of it .... The room and equipment was so big, the table was so big, her body so small. She seemed so vulnerable. Still, they never took her from me. I held her on my lap, and the anesthesiologist told her to "blow up the balloon" (a trick I've heard before.) She fought the mask a little, so I held it on her and felt her body go limp, and saw her eyes droop. I put her on the table - they had a cute air filled teddy bear covered warmer for under her .... I gave her a huge kiss, and walked out (sobbing.) I really don't know how parents with serious issues do this - so different to be on the receiving end!
I went to the parents waiting area, where they gave me a pager, and said I could go and eat, and they'd page me if they needed me. I got a bowl of oatmeal and some OJ and went back. I took a cross stitch with me, and the book club book to read, and snacks, and a water bottle. I was planning on a long wait, but it was faster than we thought. They only took about 2 1/2 hours, and didn't need to do any root canals, nerve work or caps. She said a few were under her gum, and she had to dig a little, and her gums would be tender - but really a great outcome.
I went back to recovery, to be with her as she woke up. She was crying, agitated & disoriented, but I held her and she started to calm down. She was retching, so they gave her some Zofran. They also gave her Fentanyl to slow her waking up a little, and help with any pain she may be having. I held her and rocked in the rocking chair for about another hour and a half, and then she started to wake up happy. She was thirsty, and hungry. She sipped water, and ate some crackers, then some apple cake. She was smiling and talking, and other than wanting her IV out, was happy.
At noon, they said we could come home. They gave her a teddy bear (and one for Jacob) in recovery. They warned me that she might get nauseated in the car - she did, but I told her to close her eyes, and she fell asleep. She was a little shaky on her legs the rest of the day, and took another brief nap in the afternoon - but otherwise seemed her happy little self.
THANK-YOU to everyone who said prayers on our behalf, who worried with us, and called to see how she was doing, and to Kathryn for bringing dinner. We love you, and feel grateful and blessed to have such great family & friends and access to great medical care, and really (despite December) healthy and vibrant children!
I am one happy, and relieved, Mama!
8 comments:
So glad everything went well for you.
I'm glad it is all over for you Tan. The big question is... Have you managed to wean her off those night time feeds?
Okay--totally crying. I'm so glad everything went well. I was thinking of you and how hard it must have been to go through that. And Jane, too.
Liesa, YES! She hasn't nursed at night in a week, and has actually slept through the night for the first time in her life on two nights (last night, and last Tuesday night.)
I am still nursing her once a day for naps, which I will try and taper off this week. I think we've done well. In about 10 days, we've gone from nursing 4 or 5 times a day and all night long, to only once a day for naps.
Good job Tan. I found that when I weaned Bailey at night, he started sleeping through for the first time aswell. He was just waking up because I was rewarding him for it.
I'm so glad that it all went well and that she's recovering well. Congrats on getting her off night feeds.
So glad it went well--poor thing!
Tania, this is so sad, poor little kid. But glad it all worked out in the end. Seeing what milk did to Jane's teeth, Mum has stopped bringing me mugs of milk in bed.
Dad (with Mum watching and giggling)
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