We actually enjoyed our lunch in the cafeteria of the hospital. I got a yummy, freshly grilled chicken sandwich, while hubby enjoyed a nice, big, greasy cheeseburger. I tried not to think about Lovey being cut on. But, when I did, I wasn’t worried. I mean, I was worried, but not really about her. I knew she was in great hands. Something comforting about having a spectacular doctor, eh? We pick out a balloon of a smiley face with bandaids all over it. Seemed fitting.
Back we go to check back in with the waiting area, even though we had a pager if they needed us. We were told it wasn’t taking as long as the doctor had anticipated. Doc originally said 2 to 2.5 hours. It only took 1.5 hours! I didn’t really even have time to worry. We were soon able to go back to the recovery area. When I saw her, I had to swallow to keep from crying. Crying out of relief to see her,but also because she still had an IV in her arm, and she had two big ol’ bandages on her torso. She was awake enough to be pissed and drinking juice, not awake enough to really keep her eyes open. The recovery nurse was rocking her when I got to her. Of course, I quickly took over. It took a good while to calm Lovey. Coming out of anesthesia must very confusing and not much fun. At 4:50 pm, they gave her a dose of morphine into her IV. Hearing ‘morphine’ nearly made the tears come again. I hated that Lovey could be in that much pain. Pain that I felt like I was responsible for. Shortly after that, the morphine kicked in and Lovey seemed more comfortable, yet still in and out of ‘sleep’. We were moved to an actual room to continue another hour of recovery. I held her and held her and held her. We were able to get some jello down her between her awake times. Bless her heart, that jello was some good stuff. She was hungry! One of her favorite books is ‘Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb’ so we read that to her over and over. Finally, we were discharged from the hospital around 6:30 pm. Lovey was still in and out. We left the hospital with an antibiotic and Tylenol w/Codeine. First prescriptions for Lovey.
We left. We were very tired, yet still had to drive back home. Between all the phone calls, the drive wasn’t too bad coming home.
The story changes when we were about 30 minutes from the pharmacy I called Lovey’s scripts in to. (Yea, I’m special like that. A perk that comes with working in a pharmacy and being able to read doctor chicken scratch. Call ahead and have your scripts ready.) Lovey wakes up. In pain. She’s hitting herself in the head pain. I’m able to soothe her on and off. We make it to the pharmacy around 9:00ish. I run in, get the scripts, run out and give Lovey her Tylenol with Codeine. Thankfully, by the time we got home, she was feeling better. Mostly.
I get her ready for bed, she falls asleep, but refuses to let me put her in her crib. I didn’t want her to get too upset crying, so she slept with me that night. SHE SLEPT. Me? Not so much. Between the clapping of thunder and just plain waking up to check on her, I did not sleep much at.all. The next morning, Lovey was up playing, back to her old self. Just with bandages.