Poor baby girl

So as you all know, my poor little baby girl was operated on last Thursday. What a trooper she was, once we got to the hospital she was alright, considering it was 6:30AM! We did a few drawings and a puzzle, then it was time to put on her hospital gown, she didn't like that too much but I distracted her by getting her to follow the blue arrows on the floor to the operating room. Once there, she again really wanted to take off the gown and go home, poor baby and after the nurse came to talk to her and explained that once in the OR, they would put a mask on her and stuff she started getting really scared and wanted me to go in with her. I explained I wasn't allowed and walked her to the door, gave her a big hug and kiss and told her I loved her and that she would see us as soon as she woke up and like a champ she took the nurses hand and walked down the hall with her famous "white baby" in the other as I watched them walk away with my heart.

In what seemed like only five minutes but was more like forty, the phone rang for us to go up and when we walked into the post op recovery room we could hear her crying, she was just coming out of the anestesia and wasn't doing that well, once she saw us, she got into my arms and was still crying but after a few shots of morphine fell asleep. Andy was a bit weak in the knees when he saw her but it's really hard to see your child like that so you really don't know how you'll react, you just have to do your best to be strong for their sake since they count on us the most. So after three hours we brought her home and she pretty much slept all day (I would too, if you brought on the morphine!).

Then after a few surprising days of her being not "as" bad as we expected she woke up with a really high fever and was admitted to the hospital on Monday AM when I got there with her. She was really dehydrated from not drinking enough. What a night! I hate having to stay at the hospital and now so does Caitie after having to have an IV again. Poor baby said to me on the way there not to make her do the same thing as last time and go with the doctor again (of course referring to her operation).

So after a painstaking stay, we're back at home and arguing with her to drink and drink and drink!! It's very frustrating since I know it must really hurt her but it's necessary and now at least she knows it's not a threat when we tell her she'll have to go to the hospital if she doesn't. Anyways, hopefully she'll be feeling better soon and back to being herself.

Just wanted to say a big thanks to everybody's calls, visits and concerns! It really meant a lot to me that you were thinking of us and made those first few days bearable for Caitie!