




Our day has been a long, exhausting day. I stayed up real late last night.. I wasn't tired. When I finally laid down, I stared at the pack n play next to me listening to my little girl breath.. praying. If you know me, you know I love sleep... I don't lose sleep over anything.. until now. I kept thinking this is the first of many sleepless nights as a parent.
We left for the hospital at 5:15 and got there a little after 6. Our little girl was her normal bundle of joy - just a little out of sorts from being ripped from her warm bed. We was pretty pleased with the whole pre-op process. They were pretty efficient, the nurses were really kid friendly and patient. KJ actually had a fun time in the holding area... played with nurse Gretchen stethoscope and toys and watched Sesame Street. Dr. D came in to speak with us and told us what to expect and KJ actually crawled over to him. Our other surgeon, Dr. C sent in a resident to stamp her hand, KJ didn't like him touching her - he has alot to learn about dealing with babies.
I feel like it was all a surreal process, I didn't really feel much - I guess I knew it needed to get done.
The OR nurse came to take her, my heart started to hurt then. I handed my precious cargo over to a stranger and of course she cried. He was pretty good about whisking her down the hallway. I just kept thinking - They'll put the screaming baby to sleep real fast ... right? That was around 730. My mom and in- laws were in the waiting room, I settled in for the long wait. Justin took a nap, my mom was a good distraction - she talks with everyone. :) They updated us on her progress twice. Around 930 the family service nurse came to say she was all done!! I couldn't believe it was so fast, we were expecting 4 hours. Then I started to get antsy, I knew she would be awake and I wouldn't be there with her.
We waited about another 20 min and then we were taken back to recovery.. Ive never seen my precious girl so scared. She was laying on a big stretcher.. all hooked up, swollen, red, and crying with this terrible hoarse voice (they intubated her for the surg) Thr nurse looked relieved to see us and asked who would hold her.. Justin immediately said.. her mom. I make everything better right? Not this time.. she still cried n cried. I was so scared that I was holding her in such a way that I was hurting her...with 3 casts n her only free arm had the BP cuff, the pulse ox, and an IV... it was tough. I tried nursing her n that didnt work for the first time ever in her life. Her dad just kept talking to her and rubbing her head, I just rocked her and tried to be strong and relaxed for her. Finally the nurse gave her a little pain medicine and she fell asleep.
If you know KJ at all you know she doesnt like to miss much. After about a half hour of her sleeping, I sent Justin to get the car seat. I wanted to be ready to go as soon as she ate something. Ironically as he left, a little toddler started crying down the hall. KJ bolted upright, looking around with her little drugged eyes. She of course got upset again, I think it was because her daddy wasnt there. The nurse found it amusing that she was so sleepy and still able to sit upright and look around. That's my little nosy girl for you.
She still wouldn't nurse, but she was staring to look more awake n was looking for her thumb, so I shoved a bottle of pumped milk in her so we could go home. She thankfully tolerated it, so we got her changed and packed up.
I never have been a crazy over conscious parent, I didnt sit and watch her breath for hours when she was born, laid her on her stomach to sleep so she wouldnt have a bald spot but it was pretty rough when we got home. I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open but I kept her next to me the rest of the day..with one hand on her practically the whole time.
It is quite interesting.. to know that as the mom.. you control everything and make everything better and then to be reminded that that is not true. There is this false dependency we get in our relationships.. I'll fix it, I cant live without him etc. I'm so thankful for Gods little reminders that I'm not Him... just an instrument. Its better that way.. trust me.