Surgery

This past Thursday I woke up bright and early with my usual whimper to get Dada’s attention. I should have known something was going on when he came in already dressed for the day. Mama was already awake and dressed too, and Grandma was here. I must have been too tired to tell that everyone was kind of stressed out. I also should have got the hint that something was happening when I wasn’t offered any breakfast and we loaded up in the car.

The day before Mama and Dada started asking me if I wanted surgery. “Yeah,” I kept on saying. They gave me an “If you only knew” smile. But of course the trust I have in my parents outweighs any thoughts of deceit. We went to the doctor’s office so I got a little worried, but I’m young so I don’t’ quite remember what happens there, except I know I won’t like it.

I met some very nice ladies who smiled and laughed and waved at me. One put a red light on my toe, then my finger, and then my ear. She also tried finding my blood pressure. Good luck with that, last time they tried I didn’t have any. Then a man walked in and Mama and Dada didn’t seem so smiley anymore. I had Hippo with me to keep me happy since no one else was doing it.

After some boring grown up talk the lady with the red light issue put some medicine in a squirty. She gave it to Dada and he gave it to me. It was yummy but did a number on my coordination. Then Dada prayed for me and a lady came and took me away with the serious guy.

Two seconds later I woke up on a bed with a tube in my arm, a bandage on the other, my diaper hurt and no Mama or Dada. So I screamed. I screamed and screamed until Dada and Grandma came in and got me. Mama came a minute later. I was given some juice and a graham cracker (which I didn’t care for). I fell asleep on Mama’s lap when a different guy came in and started using really big words. Boring. I was very glad when I was wheeled out to the car but then they tried to take Hippo from me, I was not going to have that.

I got home and was given popsicles and a nap. I woke a little woozy but after eating something I felt better. I liked to be held by Mama and Dada and Grandma. I was read lots of books and pretty much had the royal treatment.

I am up and running now. Nothing can hold me back.

Later I was asked if I wanted to have surgery. Uhhh, “Yeah.”

These two pictures were taken right when we got home. You can see the bandage on my hand in the second one.

This picture was taken on the day of my surgery after my nap.

These last three pictures were taken the day after the surgery when I was allowed to play outside with my beans.

Thank you so much Grandma for coming and chasing me around. I had lots of fun.