The Lodge: The End

Since the surgery was scheduled for Wednesday, the GP's couldn't bear the thought of going home. So, they stayed with us an extra couple of days and took full advantage of the spoiling process. Anything Miss Ruthie Jane wanted to do, it happened. They played outside, PaPa took she and Nanny on a date, they went shopping, and just had a great time anticipating what Wednesday had in store.

Wednesday Morning we loaded up before the sun was out. We had to be at the hospital at 7AM. I waited until the last possible moment to get Ruthie Jane up and then just loaded her up in her pajamas. We arrived to a waiting room full of little ones, in which most of them were sporting thier pj's too. Around 8AM (much longer wait than I anticipated) we were called back to the holding room.

Ruthie Jane immediately turned into a clingy tear-filled little girl. As we sat there they gave her a "special syrup" to make her relax she pleaded to go home. This syrup was suppose to keep her calm when the staff had to take her away from us. Ten minutes after she was given the syrup they came to check on her, she still wasn't relaxed, so they gave it a bit longer. The doctor, nurse, and anthestologist came in during this time to explain to us everything that would take place. This staff was the sweetest staff of men. They blew away my expectations. After visiting with them I had total assurance that they would treat my little one wonderfully.

It was finally decided that it was time to take her back, the nurse came with a warm white blanket to snuggle her up in. However, it only reminded her of the blanket that was used in the ER to wrap her like a mummy. She lost it. He immediatley threw the blanket to the side and held her in his arms, kicking and screaming. We watched them take her through the double doors crying, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" This by far was the hardest moment for the Preacher Man. He just couldn't hold back the tears.

Once composure was regained we joined out family in the waiting room, along with a dear friend who joined us for the surgery. It was only a short time when the doctor found us in the waiting room and proudly handed us the pink jewel. He had successfully removed it from my little princesses nosy rosy. He said it was WAY up in there, but he got it! And, we would be able to see her in just a few moments.

We were called back and she was sweetly snuggling with the nurse still drowsy from the anestheic. The doctor said usually kiddos are relaxed when they take them back and wake up crying for their parents. In this case Ruthie Jane was just the opposite. She was so sweet and snuggly. Her little head was wobbly, but she was jewel free!


Before the Surgery:



After the Surgery:


We were also told that she would most likely:
-Not want to eat solids for the day.
-Be drowsy and sleep a good portion of the day.
-Be whiny and cuddly.

How wrong they were!
She was...
-Beyond hyper.
-Starving for real food.
-And, very much in the mood to play.

She finally crashed about 5PM.
Took a good nap and returned to normal.

What a crazy experience this has been. I wish it on NO ONE! I know it was three drawn out posts but that is what I felt about the whole ordeal. I was beginning to think that it would remain in her nose forever. But, things are finally back on track.

Note to Self: Table decorations at a wedding should not be entrusted to a two year old.