Adenoids No More

Felicity had her adenoids removed today.  It went as well as it could, really well.  She is up in bed, she took a nap today, she had a pretty good day, considering.

We had to be at the surgery center at 6:30, which is ridiculous, right?  Especially as they didn't do the surgery until like EIGHT O'CLOCK.  It took two seconds to sign in and pay ($414, which is our 15% coinsurance, which used to be 10% when it was called a copay.  Insurance companies = scumbags), and then I went back and they weighed her - so cleverly - on her BED, isn't that smart?  When I took her to have her tubes, *I* had to weigh myself and then weigh with her, ugh.  Anyway, they weighed her and took her temperature and then we waited for like an hour.

Her doctor came in and said hi, then we waited some more and in the meantime the nurses were all chatting and saying how cute Felicity was.  Then the most charmless one came and got Felicity.  I handed her over to the Nurse Wretched and left with Felicity crying and crying.  I of course was worried that it would be the last time I ever saw her, so that was cheery.

I waited for not that long and they came and got me so I could talk to the doctor.  He said it went fine, but that he found out that she had a bifid uvula.  He explained to me what it was and said that one of the things that it can mean is that if someone has a bifid uvula, they can also have a lot of middle ear infections.  Also, he said, it is mostly concurrent with a submucous cleft palate, but he didn't see that in Felicity.  He said that the bifid uvula can make for problems drinking and NURSING.  I mentioned that she had what they called a bubble palate when she was newborn and that's why I thought she had trouble nursing and he seemed to think that was possible, although he didn't seem to care, probably because HE doesn't stay up nights thinking he failed his fourth child, ha!

Anyway, I went back to see her and she was MAD, but I held her and gave her a tiny bottle of apple juice and she drifted off a little bit and relaxed, which was a relief.  I could see her heart rate going down on the monitor, which was handy.  We had to stay for an hour, during which time she mostly slept and I mostly bit my tongue to get over the pain in my arm from holding her in this crappy chair.  They gave me a survey for this surgery center and you can BET I'm going to recommend that they give people a more comfortable place to sit, sheesh!

We were allowed to leave after one hour, the nurse walked us out and of course she threw up twice on the way home.  In the back of my mind, I was thinking, boy that's a lot of apple juice for her to have after having general anesthesia, and of course it all came back up.  She threw up again when we got home but we weren't worried, she seemed fine, really.  Mike put her down for a nap while I took Maria and Veronica out for lunch and she slept for quite a while and when she woke up, poof, new baby!

I'm eager to see how she does, I'm happy it's over, and I'm grateful that Mike could stay home and take care of the other ones so I could concentrate on sweet Felicity.