If you’re going to have a lot of surgeries in life, you may as well be good at it. I think that’s what Eliza said last Wednesday. Haha That sounds funny, I know, but for being a somewhat sudden and intimidating surgery, the whole experience turned out to be rather a fun adventure!
As usual, the Lord made things easy. The day before Eliza’s surgery in Nashville, my parents were scheduled to fly back home to Wyoming from- you guessed it- Nashville. They probably were just booking the best deal at the time, but the Lord knew that driving to the airport in Atlanta then turning around and driving to Nashville would make for one long day. So after dropping them off, a call to the hotel got us both an immediate check in and an upgrade! (Yes, I still get excited about upgrades.) UPGRADE!
Eliza was able to have normal nap times and the two of us had fun exploring Centennial Park! Eliza had herself a little swing, which appeared to be the highlight of her short life. Then we got smoothies!! It was a beautiful day and we had the best time.
After work, Josh caught a shuttle to Nashville and we all had a delicious last supper down the road about 27 steps at Newk’s. Shout out to Homewood Suites Vanderbilt for their stellar location.
Since E had a 6am call at the hospital, she could have her last sip of water anytime before 4am, and being the newbies that we are, we decided to wake her at 3:15 for a sip of water. *eye roll* Imagine our soundly sleeping child being awoken from a dead sleep and having a straw shoved in her face. She was thrilled. I think we got a grand total of 1 t. of water in her mouth before we realized our mistake. We further realized our mistake when she finally woke enough to have a 45 minute long conversation with herself once we put her back to bed. We had high hopes of getting a bit more rest before the old alarm went off. I don’t know about Josh, but I got about 17 more seconds of sleep. Oh, those sweet seconds of sleep before the alarm wrecks your world. Oh well. I was too hyped up to care too much.
I think we were the second people at the hospital, and at that point, our gluttonous daughter had not realized that it was morning and that she had not yet been given breakfast. Praise. She was a doll for the majority of the morning; charming everyone from the lady at check in, to the people in the waiting rooms. We learned how fun it is to pat hospital waiting room chairs.
When the Anesthesiologist asked us if Eliza generally is good with going to strangers, or if we thought it might be beneficial to give her a little something to relax her, we said, ”All the drugs, thanks.” By the time the Versed was through with her, she would have gone with a fire breathing dragon pell-mell. Bless her sweet heart. Watching her walk away, staring blankly at the nice nurse carrying her off to the OR, it seemed to me to be a dream. Josh needed a minute. As a daddy, putting your baby in the hands of a stranger with needles and knives is one of the most helpless of feelings. Or so I assumed.
After about 45 minutes and 2 bacon egg and cheese croissants later, Dr. Chester came back into our private little waiting room to let us know everything had gone perfectly. She was able to get great margins, and Eliza handled the anesthesia very well. We were so relived!! Before we knew it, we were headed to recovery to see her. The nurse warned us that sometimes babies suffer from emergence delirium. That, apparently, makes them forget everything, including their parents, and inconsolably scream and thrash thinking that they are being tortured. Wonderful.
My first sight of Eliza upon rounding the corner in recovery was of a sobbing and confused baby trying to pull out her IV and get away from the nurse. Not comforting for someone who just heard about emergence delirium. We rushed over and as soon as she could untangle Eliza’s slew of wires and tubes, the nurse gave her to me. What a feeling… holding my sweet baby girl who was so tired, so confused, so hungry and presumably in a bit of pain…I was so overwhelmed with tenderness. Thankfully, Josh had generously filled a bottle for her that morning, and within moments, E was contentedly nestled in my arms. After she ate enough for a baby cow, she promptly fell asleep in my arms. While that may seem like no big deal to most parents, please know: THIS NEVER HAPPENS. I dream of this happening on planes and in church and…. No.
Sweet, sweet memories.
Within about 30 minutes of our arrival to the recovery room, we were sent on our way with a few instructions, a few phone numbers, and a little tube of ointment for Eliza’s incision.
The rest of the day was mostly a lot of sleeping and cuddling, and neither Josh nor I had any complaints. We were able to return to Chattanooga after a nap in our hotel and a quick smoothie.
And that’s it, folks! Nothing too glamorous or terrifying. The first of many surgeries and an easy first it was. We are so thankful.
Dr. Chester told us that we would probably hear back from pathology about the mole within the next couple days, so we settled in for the wait. Here’s to the waiting. Thank you Jesus for a smooth and uneventful surgery. Thank you to everyone who has been praying with us. Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for your love and support. We feel our village and we would be hard pressed to go through this without you.