Each night as I'm tucking Claire into bed, she goes over what she plans to eat for breakfast in great detail. We usually visit that conversation 2 or 3 times before she settles in and accepts her kisses and hugs. Of course, the night before surgery, I had to tell her that she could not have breakfast the next day. Before she was even awake enough to get out of bed, she was already talking about "no breakfast."
We drove through the dark to pick up Jenny who agreed to help out at the hospital. By the time we made it to the parking garage, the sun was up and we could see where to park and head inside. We checked in at 6:50 a.m.
As usual, it is a hurry-up-and-wait process. Wait for the lady who looks over the insurance papers. Wait for the arm band. Go upstairs and wait in the first waiting room for a long time. Go get vitals taken once again and receive a beautiful outfit.
|Don't you think Claire looks pretty in light blue?|
There was a bit of real fear as they wheeled Claire back to the operating room I was not allowed to stay with her until she went to sleep, or to be there when she woke. Hospital policy isn't always the most child friendly thing.
We waved good bye and then went to the second waiting room to sit until we were called.
The doctor came out to see me after about an hour. Everything looked pretty good. There were no cysts. The scars were not blocking the airways. There are lots of scars, but it appears that the only impact might be that the scars on her vocal chords change the tone of her voice. He did see some irritation and swelling that appears to be caused by reflux. He is referring us to a gastroenterologist to evaluate why this might be occuring.
A couple ounces of apple juice helped with the waking up process. Then we were wheeled back to a room to recover. Claire was really impatient with the whole process. She was irritated by the blood on her hands and the various tubes. So, we spent a little time carefully cleaning her up. Then we had a long discussion about tigers and their teeth. Hey, at least we weren't talking about breakfast for a few minutes. :-)
|Can't I get all these "pokes" off and go get some breakfast?|
Thanks go out to everyone who prayed. It is good to see a healthy trachea and esophagus and rule out one more possible problem. It was also a blessing to be able to get the lab work for liver tests done while Claire was unaware of the process. Any time we can avoid the stress associated with "pokes" is a blessing.
I don't suppose we will ever be fully aware of the miracles God is doing on a regular basis. I believe He is at work mending and healing and restoring things we know nothing about. He deserves more praise and glory than any of us is capable of giving. I hope that you will take a moment as you read these results, to say thank you to the God who is taking care of our precious girl according to His awesome plan for her life.