Aria’s tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy happened this weekend. Poor thing wasn’t allowed to eat all morning, so I tried to keep her up the night before and feed her anything and everything she wanted. That didn’t work out so well, because she just wanted applesauce..not sure how well that sticks. And she wanted to go to bed just a tiny bit later than normal, instead of staying up to the wee hours (or at least until 11 or so, so that she’d sleep way in). But no, she woke up at 9.
So to distract her Friday morning we went to the playground at the mall, per Pappy’s suggestion.
When we got there she went from asking persistently, “payground? payground? Payground in there!” to so shy that she couldn’t pry herself from my leg. But she finally did and ran up to the playground… then over to the bench where the parents sit. She climbed up and sat herself down, then pointed to the playground, “go play mommy.”
We ran around, went down the slide, and up the ladder, and I fully participated because it was fairly empty and she needed a friend.
When it was time to head to the hospital I told her where we were going, and she repeated, “going to the hociple,” but when we parked in the garage she asked, “shopping?!”
The poor thing kept telling me she was hungry too. When we had driven past Donut Connection she pointed to the sign and said, “go there?” and later, “mommy, donuts?”
So once at the hociple and checked in we were allowed to go to the playroom. That made it easier because she just made herself at home and had a ball with all of the toys. But when they called us back to our room it was a bit of a struggle to pry her from that room.. but after some questions we were able to go back, which was the most wonderful thing ever.
After surgery I was called back to hold her while she was monitored in recovery. I did as I was told, and sat in the rocking chair and was handed my largish precious bundle. Ah, to snuggle my big girl, who never lets me cuddle her like that any more. It didn’t last long, maybe 10 minutes before she woke up enough to realize that she was NOT comfortable, and made herself very understood that she wanted to lie down in her crib/bed/thing. The nurse thought that was amusing, that she definitely knows what she wants.
But while I was still holding her, when she was somewhat awake and before she was done being held, the doctor was called in to take a look at her. The second doctor with her needed to look in her mouth, so put a tongue depressor in and said, “open up sweety.” She did. I said, “open up wide” and she did. He said, “can you open your mouth bigger?” and she tried. I said, “say aaaah” and she whispered, “aaaaah.”
They looked at each other, “that never happens!” As they walked away they were still commenting on how amazing that she just did whatever they asked and actually let them look in her mouth and even said aaah.
After awhile we were moved to stage two recovery, where she was hooked up to monitors and able to watch tv. After awhile she whined at me and I picked her up and put her in my lap, in the chair next to her crib/bed/thing. It dawned on me, after she struggled, that she didn’t actually want to sit in my lap, but rather wanted my chair. So I gave it up to her, and she sat snuggled in the chair with her blanket and watched tv.
The nurses all thought she was a teenager already.
Eric showed up in the evening, at just about the time we were being taken to her room, and took her to the playroom in that hallway so that I could go grab some food. He played with her for a good long while, and I did too, and it definitely helped take her mind off her pain.
The night was pretty rough, what with her moaning in pain and tossing and turning, and nurses in and out checking on her, and just everything, so neither of us got a whole lot of sleep. But fortunately they discharged us pretty early in the morning so we were able to go home and she slept most of the next day. We did stick around long enough to eat breakfast, and while we were waiting we went back to the playroom, and she was in great spirits after that and breakfast.
She wavers now between crankiness and pleasant, especially when it’s about time for a new dose of medicine, but at least she’s getting a lot of rest, and Eric and I have and will be home a lot this week (Eric for MLK day and an appointment he has on Thursday, me for my regular Tuesday/Fridays as well as Thursday for an Avery appointment). So she’s home a lot and resting.
She’s actually doing pretty good at taking is easy, and the time in the playrooms at the hospital has given her new appreciation for her own toys, so she’s been dragging out everything she owns and rediscovering it. I’ve done a lot of puzzles and played a lot of games with her, and she’s done an awful lot of snuggling with her father.
Oh, and very interestingly… after the surgery the doctor pulled me from the waiting room to let me know how it all went, and besides the tonsils coming out that her adenoids had grown back to 90% (or 90% blockage, not sure) but she didn’t take them out completely because of her split uvula. What’s that, I didn’t know she had a split uvula?? Oh, someone probably should have told me after the last adenoidectomy, but that she needs some adenoids in there to compensate for the uvula so she doesn’t have speech problems.
So the split uvula is due to not everything fusing correctly.. basically a mild form of cleft palate!!!! Now I’m starting to question Aria’s health. But instead of rushing her to be tested for everything under the sun, I’m just going to bring her up in my meetings with Avery’s specialists to get their feedback. Maybe it’s a fluke… maybe not..