Thursday, December 13, 2007
It's 12:05 a.m. and we just made it back to the hotel. It's been a long, difficult day but we survived it. More importantly, Ava survived it. When I left the hospital she was resting in Grandma Geri's lap, snoozing the best she could. She was in so much pain tonight. She was given morphine for pain, and Tylenol to help bring down her 101 degree fever. The surgery was a success, thank goodness, but Ava has a long road ahead. All of us are hoping that she can grow and thrive now that the constant vomiting will cease.
We arrived at the hospital at 11:30 a.m. only to discover that pediatric surgeries were running at least two hours behind due to some procedures that took longer than anticipated. Perfectly understandable, but poor Ava, she had to go without food or drink for many hours. True to form, she did it without complaint. Thank goodness for Mam pacifiers! The great part is that instead of having to go from one place to another, the staff comes to the patient. We just hung out in the pre-op waiting room, and nurses, doctors, and support staff seamlessly coordinated their visits with Ava. She was such a happy baby, all hugs and kisses for anyone who would give her a glance. She's such a little trooper. Because they needed to insert her IV prior to sedation we weren't allowed to escort her to surgery. Not a problem, she held her arms out to the doctor and let him carry her off. What a great kid.
Friday will bring g-tube training. I am confident that Laura will be an expert on tube feeding by the end of the day. She has been remarkably calm and focused. I, of course, have been of very little help. I cry when I see Ava in pain. Now, I am supposed to be providing moral support here, but unfortunately I seem to fall apart when I see that baby cry!
Thanks for keeping Ava in your prayers. I'll post a progress report soon. Until then, Happy Friday!