Zaylee was so excited to go to the hospital this morning, but she was even more excited to come home. I actually got to watch the surgery on a closed circuit TV with Doctor Wood talking to me as he did the procedure. It was so fascinating to hear his reaction... following the tubes in each ear and then the tonsils, he said, "Okay, let's take a look at those adenoids. We'll just slip this tube through the nose and this mirror in through the mouth and we can see those ad-WHOA!!!! LOOK AT THOSE ADENOIDS!! THEY ARE HUUUUUGE!!!" He then went on to tell someone "Take a picture of those, that's the biggest ones I've seen in a lonnnnng time!" AFter that, he said several times that she's going to feel so much better, breathe so much better, sleep so much better now. And it was amazing to hear her sleep today. MUCH better already!
She had a rough time coming out of the anesthetic. She immediately noticed the IV in her arm and freaked out. As in tried to remove it herself. Then, she'd pass out and sleep again for a few minutes and we'd have a repeat of the same. Not pretty. Doug's sister is a nurse at this hospital and for some time, had worked in this area, so she came by twice to check on us, which I appreciated. (It's Aleece's daughter who's wedding I'm knee deep in right now.) It was good to have a familiar face.
We left and were home before noon. I'd let the kids stay home today because I knew that having them around would help Zaylee once we returned. (Bad mom, I know, but GREAT Grammie, today!) When we got home, she was still sort of out of it and not sure what was going on. Kelly was here just a few minutes after we got home. (She worked all night long and came when I called to say we were on our way home.) Kelly cuddled and loved her until it was time to go back to work tonight. She only worked a half shift and came back to stay the night until she goes back to work. (I've had a few close friends say it, so I know that others are thinking it... why did I take her in for the surgery and not Kelly. Because I offered. Kelly works and supports their family, so why have her take off? She was there as soon as Zaylee needed her. So, it was very fine with Doug and I.)
Buddy's mom came by to visit her and she was very shy. She loves Buddy's mom, I knew that she was out of it. By evening, she was pretty whiny and irritable. She's taking her meds well and has a good 30 minutes out of every four hours. Tomorrow will be a better day. Gracie had given her a little silver purse to take to the hospital. Inside it ~ two new pair of Dora panties and my iPod, which she took right into surgery with her. Too cute.
It's been a long day. We're all tired and we're calling it a night. Kelly and I are sleeping with her in the family room. I was thinking about it while holding her today. We love these babies of ours and the grands more than our own lives. They can bring us more joy than anything in the world and more pain than anything in the world. Two extremes. But, we wouldn't trade those pains or joys for anything. Life is good. Even on days of tubes, adenoids and tonsillectomies. Enough said.
Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture.