Recovering

Last night when we got home Anna was doing better than I expected. She was intubated and on a ventilator for just under 2 hours. I was able to escort her out of the OR to the PACU where it took a little over an hour to wake up. During that time she had a little bit of an irregular heart rhythm and it was a bit faster than it should be close to 150. After about an hour that all settled down. I may decide to take her back to the pediatric cardiologist just for a check up.

I am so glad that I did not have to fight to be right with her when she woke up. When she started to come around I she was too funny. Anna kept telling the doctors and nurses "You doing a good job, Momma is proud of you." They all laughed and thanked her.

She fell asleep last night around 10:30pm after watching her new movie not once but twice. She woke up this morning around 8:30am crying so I decided she was staying home. Her voice is a little horse and I mean only very slightly horse. The dentist was able to place all 5 crowns, the three small filing and completely clean her teeth. If I were given the option of having her dental work done in the hospital again verses the office, hands down I would still pick the hospital. Anna is doing that well.

I am so thankful that Anna did so well because I never do well under anesthesia. I once had a surgical procedure that required general anesthesia. My case was scheduled for 8:30am. I remember going to the recovery room and hearing familiar voices. I remember thinking how comforting it was to hear the alarms ring off. I was able to identify everything in my head the only problem was I never fully woke up. Never even opened my eyes. I hear some alarms going off and was listening to the conversation including stat doctor orders to help the patient. When my friend tapped me on the shoulder and said "Knock it off, and wake up!" Yup the patient who was doing poorly was me.

I spent a grand total of 4 hours in the PACU which is not close to tipical (usually you only spend an hour there). I then spent another 3 hours in the same day surgery area where they were talking about keeping me. Gerard asked what I needed to do to get to go home which was eat the cracker and drink the juice. He promptly ate the cracker and drank the juice. I woke up the following evening at home. I have no memory of leaving the hospital.

When Gerard told me the story I did tell him perhaps I should ahve stayed over night to which he replied "I could never leave you there overnight!" He did tell me that he ate at Taco Bell on the way home because that was the quickest. He told me not to worry he parked the car so he could see me. This is a true story and everytime I think about it is makes me laugh.