Tuesday morning was the day and Rat_girl was out of bed and so excited about having a sleep over at the hospital. I explained to her quite a few times what was happening and that she would feel sore and not very well when she woke up but I just don't think it was sinking in.
We got to the hospital 730 on the dot and were sent straight up to the childrens ward, we were advised she was 2nd in line and that the first child was already in theatre. I was happy about that, I didn't want it to drag out too long. She quickly got comfy in her hospital gown and in her bed and loved the fact she had her own tv above her bed, but she kept asking if it was time to see the DR yet.
When it was time she happily went for a ride on her bed down to theatre and I walked along side, we got there and she was amused by my theatre gown, hat and shoes that I had to wear. All was going well until we got in and they asked her to swtich beds, this is I think when she realised something was going on. Myself, 2 nurses and the and the DR held her down while the mask was held on her and the gas started to work. I kept it together but it was horrible to watch especially as she fell asleep and seemed to be gasping for breathe, which is normal. The nurse walked me out and as soon as the doors shut she said "you can cry now" and I burst into tears!!!
Thankfully less than an hour and I was down in recovery with her. She was upsept and scratching at her face but she came out really well. We both rode back up in her bed to the ward. And quickly got her comfy and sorted in her bed. Her bestie cookie never left her side the whole time!!
In hospital, beside the fact she hardly slept even at night, I think she was a little overwhelmed, she did really well. Eating anything and everything they put in front of her, drinking plenty of fluids and taking most of her medicine. It was a tough night for her and Concrete_man with hardly any sleep and just as tough for me with Rat_boy who wouldn't sleep at home and also me thinking about her!
The next morning when the DR saw us all he wanted was to make sure she ate some breakfast and he was happy for her to go home. When the nurses saw her scoffing dry cocoa pops they figured that was a ticket to leave. So we were home by 9am!!! She has been great since, not too much complaing, she's been resting. We've had some struggles with medications and having to restrain her to get them in, but she's calmed now and taking them fine. She is eating well and sleeping well so I'm happy. 3 weeks until we have post op check up and pretty sure we'll pass that with flying colours.
I think the hardest part about the hospital was Rat_boy, far out there wasn't enough room for him he just wanted to move move move! I managed to calm him and get him to sleep a couple times, he was glad to get home too I think.
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