Alyssa was a trooper. She patiently waited the 2.5 hours before she went back to the OR. She answered all the doctors' questions. She listened intently to the child life specialist who showed her the tools they would use (the mask, the iv, etc). And when she went back to the OR, just as instructed, she looked at me and said "see you later alligator". She woke up from anesthesia in record time, ate her popsicle, drank her sprite and said "I'm ready to go home." I only knew she had been drugged by the funny and frequent observations she was making. "That light is pink and sparkly. It is beautiful!" "Sprite tastes just like the 7-up I drink at Granny's house, but it is in a different can." "I don't have warts anymore, do I?" etc.
I'm all too familiar with the waiting room on the day surgery floor at TCH. So much so that when we walked in today, I realized they had rearranged the furniture and the guy at the desk said "you look familiar. Have you been here before?" Way too familiar but thankfully we weren't there too long.
Less than an hour after she went back to the OR, we were heading home. And other than suffering from some post-anesthesia nausea, Alyssa is doing great. No more warts. And we are praying they will stay gone!
Alyssa watching the ipod with her puppy waiting for her turn in the OR. |
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