Rapid Recovery

My daughter recovered well after surgery yesterday.   Eye surgery isn’t like, for the lack of a better term, “body surgery”.  I remember the first time she had eye surgery.   My husband and I thought she would probably be admitted overnight to the hospital or something.   We expected some convalescence for a number of days post-op and a heightened need for both medical and personal attention involving things including but not limited to constant bedside attention, spoon feeding meals of chicken soup and assisting in liquid consumption via a straw held up to my daughters lips.

I’m exaggerating, but it’s not far off.   We were confused the first time my daughter had eye surgery and was being discharged two hours later with nothing more than a, “we’ll see you tomorrow to remove the bandages”.   We didn’t know what to do with my daughter.   She was fine.   We were not. It would have been easier for us to have her groggy, calm, disinterested in much at all because she needed to recover from the big surgery.   What we got that first surgery back in December of 2015 was a normal, four-year-old child that just wanted to play, despite the patch over her eye.

Now we know better.   We’re experienced.   We’ve done this thing before.   We know that as soon as my daughter wakes up she’s going to want a popsicle.   After the first popsicle she’s going to want a second popsicle.   She will probably want a third popsicle, but don’t let her have one because in about ten minutes she’s going to be in a wheel chair being escorted out to your car and once you get in the car, she’s going to suddenly tell you she’s freezing and you’re going to have to blast the heat at max until she warms up.    And that’s what happens with only two popsicles.

I’m telling you all this because I have a picture to show you.   My daughter had fairly major eye surgery yesterday.   It is nearly the same surgery she had back in December of 2015 on her right eye.   Back then we didn’t know what to do with our child after surgery.   Today, it’s a different story.   Here’s my daughter three hours after being in the operating room:



The Big Boy Update:  My son had a break dancing lesson after school today that was a school auction item my husband got for him.   He had a blast.   He’s really good.   When I picked him up, Ben, George and he were practicing all the moves.   He had it down.   He did not do the one where you stand on your head and spin around.   I was relieved.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter may well have more skills navigating blind than we suspect. Either that or she can see less than we think she can.   With a patch over her eye yesterday blocking all vision, she asked if she could go get ice down the hall in the hotel.   She took the ice bucket and Blueberry (her cane) and left the hotel room alone.   My husband was going to give her four minutes and then check on her.   When he went to go out and see how she was doing, he found her back at the door, ice bucket full, about to knock to be let back in.