| Before getting in the car and heading to the hospital. Mia was apparently being attacked by my hair. |
Tony and I were in the waiting room. Anxiously, but not anxiously. Tense, but not tense. Waiting to hear when Mia would be out of surgery. I was reading a book, Tony watching a movie on his phone.
The doctor surprised us. It couldn't have been 30 minutes from when we sat down in the waiting room. And the doctor was in front of us. Mia was fine. She did great. Her tonsils were out. Her adenoids were enlarged as well. They were covering 80% of her nose. They had been taken out as well. Did we have any questions?
No. No questions. I had to fight back tears though. I was relieved. The surgery was over and we could go back in and see her in a few minutes. The adenoids and tonsils were out. Which means that my little would be able to breathe, normally, for the first time in her life.
| Excited! |
I remember when she was first born and I worried about her breathing. Every little sniffle, every place we went, every snore. Every time she stopped breathing. Sleep apnea in a baby is not fun for the mom. I have been worrying about this kids' breathing since she was teeny.
So, yeah, relieved is how I felt.
| Rockin' her surgery gown. |
I went in to see her as she was coming out from under the anesthetic. She was crying and out of it. I was asked to lay down with her on her bed, and I happily obliged. As she calmed down, she fell asleep. I listened to her breathe. Freely, no snoring, no stopping of breath.
Relief.
| Mia took this picture, while we were waiting. |
She did so great too. At the hospital, making the nurses smile, asking about what flavor of Popsicles would be available after the surgery. Laughing and waving her arms as she got a 'ride' (when they wheeled the bed down the hallway). She was even excited that I got to 'ride' too, after the surgery.
| Afterwards, heading out, with her red popsicle mouth. |
She's doing well. She's eating today, much more than she has been eating. She's taking her ibuprofen and acetaminophen when she needs them. But, she's also sleeping. Talking clearer than ever. And breathing.
| Cards from her daycare/summer camp. |
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