*I will interrupt here to say we could still be bumped as late as Monday AM from newborn emergencies or heart transplants. I’m trying to be sensitive to those other possible cases, but if we’re bumped I will lose my shit. Pardon the curse.
Surgery hadn’t been on my mind because it was all “next week.” This pushed all her pre-op consults to today: bloodwork at 9am followed by a chest x-ray, then an abbreviated physical exam and EKG.
As I’ve posted before, bloodwork for an infant is the worst. The tiny tourniquet makes her just livid. They tried both inner arms AND her foot with two different specialists, then called in the ultrasound team to finally find a vein in her arm. I had to pass Hannah off to Tim for the final jab because my nerves were shot. The poor girl was exhausted and sweaty.
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| Daddy trying to calm Hannah while the ultrasound team does their thing and another extra looks on. : P |
The easiest part of our day was the chest x-ray. Check.
After eating lunch in the cafeteria, we had a final physical, EKG and check in with the nurses and anesthesiologist. All of this was easy and breezy until the nurses said they had a call from Testing that one of Hannah’s samples coagulated and they needed another blood draw. :: smoke from my ears :: Eventually the ultrasound tech came and realized to make things easier she would just prick her finger - it still sucked because she wailed - but it was my easier and quicker.
We finally left around 1:45 and Hannah passed out in the car from exhaustion and nap-deprevation. Tim and I nearly stopped for a beer, but instead got ourselves some iced Starbucks to ease up.
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| One of three bandages |
We'll be thinking of you tomorrow! It will all be worth it once it's done and Hannah has recovered! What a little BA, Hannah Mae!
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