Madeline is a trooper. She is an unbelievably strong, courageous little girl. This morning she had her surgical procedure done and yes, it was much, much harder on me than it ever was on her. We all 4 went together -- well, all 5 actually (we even had Bailey in the car waiting in his cozy little bed --we had no choice). It started off on a high note with a fantastic children's area in the waiting room that the girls quickly destroyed.
Then, it was time to prepare. My tough little Madeline was just such a trooper. She snuggled with me, took her medicine, and was sent into a "happy world!'' that cracked Chris and I up as she willingly went with the nurse and was escorted by the team of nurses to the OR, waving bye bye to us the whole way. It was really pretty funny!
She was so mad I was taking her picture (discretely with my phone by the way)...ha!
Savannah kept wondering where sissy went, so we kept her occupied with graham crackers from the break room and I kept myself occupied with hot chocolate.
Savannah running around the room, acting silly and chomping down on her graham cracker with one in the other hand for "sissy" when she came back to us.
The emotions you feel when watching your little girl get whisked off to be put to sleep is something you really can't prepare yourself for, but thankfully, my other strong, courageous little girl was right there with me to keep me preoccupied during the procedure. Only mere moments later, the doctor was coming to tell us everything went great, no IV was needed, and she would be waking up in recovery very soon.
As I headed to the recovery room, I was prepared for the worst. They had warned me much earlier that she would be fussy...they had warned me that she would only want to drink out of "her" cup (so I brought one with me), they had warned me that she would want to nap and that I should let her, they had also warned us that it may be an hour before we left the recovery room.
But what awaited me in the recovery room was a little girl, fidgeting and turning one way and the other. A little girl that had pulled off every one of her wires, but not angry about it. A little girl that was drinking all of her juice out of the sippy cup they had given her. A very groggy little girl who mumbled "night night" as I walked up to the bed, looked up at me, and said "Sissy.....sissy......sissy?" through her groggy voice. She wanted sissy.
In the meantime, Chris was out in the waiting room with Savannah who kept asking through a worried tone "sissy? sissy?" The nurses in both rooms were in awe at the bond they could clearly see between the two girls. They did not want to be separated. They needed each other.
Anesthesia stopped by recovery and said there was clearly no reason to keep her there, so he signed the papers and let me take her away. She was so happy...so tired, but so happy! When we found Savannah, a kind nurse brought Savannah 2 cups of apple juice. Savannah came running up to Madeline, reached up to my arms where I was holding her and handed her the other cup of juice "sissy! sissy!" and that was that. The two were reunited, Madeline was doing great, and we headed out the door and home.
All of this took just under 2 hours. Praise the Lord! I am so thankful to Him for keeping my baby girl safe while she was asleep, and keeping the four of us together during the entire procedure so that we could only learn more to lean on each other, and on Him to get us through anything...even the "small" stuff.
Thank you for the sweet prayers out there for her behalf - and for ours. God is good!
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