Post Op

Abby is recovering well after her surgery this morning. I, however, am not! We were up this morning at 5am. We arrived at the hospital at 7:30am. Her surgery began at 8:30. Watching her fight the "happy juice" was fun. She wanted to resist it so bad. When it first started to kick in she started saying, "I don't want to have surgery... I just don't want to." Which is what she has been saying since we found out about it Thursday. It massively breaks my heart. Who WANTS their kid to have surgery? Just like, who WANTS to listen to their baby cry it out? Which, btw, is what we are having to do with Benji boy. Ugh! Right this minute, he is screaming his head off. That is why I decided to blog. I need distraction from his, "please come pick me up!" cries. So back to Abby... my wonderful mother than began to distract her by seeing if Abby could keep her eyes closed until 100. It worked. She finally let herself relax. The nurses were great and were calling her Dr. Abigail because she wanted to wear hospital gloves. She kept one on through the whole surgery. : ) The nurse said, "If that's what she wants, that is what she gets." I thought that was really sweet and made me feel good, knowing about how it probably went down in there even though she had "happy juice." If I know Abby, once she got in the actual surgery suite probably started freaking out a little. Then some scrub tech said, "let's take off your gloves." And Abby's claws came out, "I want my mommy. I don't want to have surgery. I just don't want to." Then the tears come. And the other nurse says, "oh no, this is Dr. Abigail, she has to have her gloves on." Abby calms down a little and the nurse anesthetist says, "Hey Abby, can you show me how big you can blow up my balloon?" Abby inhales "happy air" and night night. She was crying in recovery as I expected. Our family always cries when we come out of anesthesia. Some of us are really sweet and crying and some of us are really mean and crying. But we all cry. I wonder if Benjamin got a whiff of some anesthesia while we were at the hospital? Oh well, we are all really tired and cranky and ready for bed. Well... me and Scot are. Thank you mom for ALL your help today. I know you are so tired and I really couldn't have done it without you. Love you.