|Prior to going back to the OR.|
|In the post op|
|In her room for her overnight stay (that gown- AWESOME! Google Bair Gowns)|
|Getting ticked at me|
|First meal after surgery!|
Hold on. Let me step back to post recovery. It's terrible. Tuesday and Wednesday- not too bad. She ate some, drank some. Pain under control. Not many complaints. Dr. Rizzo forewarned me that day three and four would be the worst. He stressed it. The Pediatrician in the hospital stressed it (she stayed over night). Nurses stressed it. He (and the previously mentioned staff) stressed the necessity of water. Of chewing. Of pain control. He said if I see blood, to call HIM. A small amount of blood is normal and can be controlled with ice chips. He stressed day three and four would be terrible for her because of scab formation. He wasn't lying. I am proactive on pain control. Whether she's complaining or not, these two days- she's getting pain meds. I am glad I am doing this. She's sleeping, drooling, and being forced to drink water/gatorade mix. Holy CRAP- her breath smells like a rotting corpse. LOL. Terrible. Today not as bad as yesterday. I look forward to the healing stages and for my beautiful child to heal.
People have made innocent, well meaning comments that this is nothing compared to her previous surgeries. I so disagree. Her first surgery post head trauma? Major and much worse than her tonsillectomy BUT every other procedure? Post care was so much easier. LOL.
And before I forget:
Last week, I interviewed with the corporate office for my company to get to the financial end of radiology. I learned on Monday (April Fool's) that I got the job! Yay! Many pros- this is a good step forward to my career, I am closer to home and Emma's school/after school program. Here's my con- my nerves are SHOT! I have to work for a NEW manager! I have to rebuild the rapport I currently have. I don't want to be the NEW person who has scheduling demands. My FMLA coverage for Emma transfers with me but I don't want to be on a bad footing and create a bad taste. Plus... summer is coming and I get mad anxiety over making sure I have caregivers covered. Yikes. Nerves. It will all work out. I have been with the company for three and a half years and it always works out. Calm down, butterflies!
Love... sigh. There are times I WANT to meet someone. I want to be cherished. I want to be loved. I have spent the last nearly nine years of my life single. I have dated but have not had any desire to be in a relationship. I enjoy being single and enjoy that it's just Emma and I. I touch on this from time to time- but I just can't see myself in a married, "Brady Bunch"/"Cleavers"/Name any perfect, serving wife marriage... life. I can't. I know that if I do meet someone and we click- I don't want to be with a man who wants to be with me every day. I want him to have his own busy, packed schedule life and we see each other... whenever. Or maybe, he has an entrepreneurial spirit and wants to build a brand with me. Awesome. I just don't want a clingy, needy man. No thanks.
Graduating in a MONTH! ERMAGHERD! Bam. I am almost done. That means? Building my business. I am excited. Nervous. Scared. Ready. Joyous. I have been planning and dreaming for some time. I am get jittery thinking of starting! Yikes. Wish me luck!
Until next time...