(I had to promise not to post any pictures of Brittany this week so, sorry this is all words.)
We knew the tonsils needed to come out but when the doctor started describing the puss pockets and fungus growth Brit almost begged him to take them right then. We made it until Monday though and checked in for surgery at 11:00.
Just after noon they were wheeling her back for her turn. She was fighting back the tears and I was thankful for a wonderful friend who kept Zane and Morgan for me that day. I hung out in the waiting room, reading my book. My stomach had just started to growl and I realized my 7:30 breakfast was a long time ago. I took out my granola bar and took one bite when the nurse came and asked if I was with Brittany. (She didn’t believe I was the mom. She just kept saying “I don’t believe it” and “Can’t be” which made me feel really young.)
Brit was just waking up and was struggling to breathe. Not sure if she was panicking or having an asthma attack. I tried to calm her down and the nurse kept telling her to slow down her breathing. The room was warm and there were weird smells and my stomach was growling. Then my head started spinning and the tunnel vision came. I tried to hold on but finally had to squat at the end of the bed before I completely passed out. Two nurses escorted me out and promised to take care of Brit. I got my own chair in the recovery room and as much juice as I could drink.
Finally, they brought Brit out to sit next to me. She snoozed a little and moaned a lot. Then they finally let us leave. (We were the last ones and I think they wanted to mop up and go home.)
Brit has really done very well. The heavy pain medicine makes her sick and makes her sleepy too so she doesn’t like it. After the first couple days she has just taken Tylenol for the pain. We have all eaten lots of ice cream, milkshakes, and Jell-O this week. And we have watched more movies than I ever thought possible.
Not exactly how we had hoped to spend our Spring Break but glad it’s done.
We knew the tonsils needed to come out but when the doctor started describing the puss pockets and fungus growth Brit almost begged him to take them right then. We made it until Monday though and checked in for surgery at 11:00.
Just after noon they were wheeling her back for her turn. She was fighting back the tears and I was thankful for a wonderful friend who kept Zane and Morgan for me that day. I hung out in the waiting room, reading my book. My stomach had just started to growl and I realized my 7:30 breakfast was a long time ago. I took out my granola bar and took one bite when the nurse came and asked if I was with Brittany. (She didn’t believe I was the mom. She just kept saying “I don’t believe it” and “Can’t be” which made me feel really young.)
Brit was just waking up and was struggling to breathe. Not sure if she was panicking or having an asthma attack. I tried to calm her down and the nurse kept telling her to slow down her breathing. The room was warm and there were weird smells and my stomach was growling. Then my head started spinning and the tunnel vision came. I tried to hold on but finally had to squat at the end of the bed before I completely passed out. Two nurses escorted me out and promised to take care of Brit. I got my own chair in the recovery room and as much juice as I could drink.
Finally, they brought Brit out to sit next to me. She snoozed a little and moaned a lot. Then they finally let us leave. (We were the last ones and I think they wanted to mop up and go home.)
Brit has really done very well. The heavy pain medicine makes her sick and makes her sleepy too so she doesn’t like it. After the first couple days she has just taken Tylenol for the pain. We have all eaten lots of ice cream, milkshakes, and Jell-O this week. And we have watched more movies than I ever thought possible.
Not exactly how we had hoped to spend our Spring Break but glad it’s done.
2 comments:
OH Brittany hang in there! You are still my favorite teenager on this earth! I love you! Hope you r doing better! Watch out for the really really bad breath afterwords. Don't worry it only lasts a couple of weeks! Totally will be worth it in the end! Take care of yourself and your mom too! Love you guys and miss you!
Sorry your week off Brittany was spent both in the hospital and recovering. Jell-o, Ice cream and movies doesn't sound that bad though. Christine, I am sorry but I can't help but laugh picturing the story you told. Glad you are ok too :-)
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