Minutes after surgery
With our Hero and miracle worker Dr. Court B. Cutting
A wagon ride makes anyone feel better
Saturday, back out on the town
Monday, May 12, 2008
The Pictures
Savannah, ready to go and get this over with! (with mommy & daddy by me, of course)
Minutes after surgery
With our Hero and miracle worker Dr. Court B. Cutting
A wagon ride makes anyone feel better
Saturday, back out on the town
Minutes after surgery
With our Hero and miracle worker Dr. Court B. Cutting
A wagon ride makes anyone feel better
Saturday, back out on the town
We're OK
I'm so sorry for not posting earlier, but we've been house bound because of the rain, and we didn't have the internet.
Savannah's surgery was on Tuesday from about 8:30am until about 1Pm. Mark and I read books the entire time and that seemed to pass the time pretty well. I read a book name Moloka'i, and I don't know if the book was that amazing, or I was just that emotional, but that was hands down one of the most heartbreaking books I've read yet, and I've read Where the Red Ferns Grow.
They let us see her immediately after surgery, and she kept sleeping for about the first 30 minutes, then she woke up and decided she'd rather be asleep again. Last surgery she cried and really didn't know what to do with herself, but this time it was as if she knew the routine. She'd wake up and moan a little, check to see if she was being held, and doze right off to sleep again.
That first day after surgery is really the worst. They had her arms with the restraints, her leg strapped on a stint to hold the IV in, she had her tounge stichted and connected to the black strings on the side of her cheek, and her mouth was as swollen as could be.
I can't say I did too much that day though, because I was back in our apartment sick with who knows what. My tonsils were so swollen I had trouble breathing, and I had an outrageous fever. I've had the appointment set twice now for a pre-surgery date to get them out, but have always "chickened out" at the last minute, but this time, I think I've had enough.
Mark really was our rock that kept it together for us that Monday and Tuesday. He strolled around town with Savannah at all her pre-op testing, and cared for her that whole first day after surgery. It is in those moments that I remember how blessed I am to have found and married such a wonderful man, capable of such love and devotion to his family. You're the best Mark.
She came "home" on Wednesday afternoon, and refused to drink anything. She was in and out of sleep all day and most of the night, except for a few crying spells. We thought we might have to take her back in to the hospital the next morning because she still refused to take so much as a sip of pedialyte, but by about mid-morning she decided she was thirsty and ready to drink.
It's so hard to see her just sitting there with no energy to do anything and not be able to do much about it. She seems like just a shadow of herself. She wasn't really herself up untll about this afternoon when she was Marks Laptop and crawled her way to it to bang on the Keys. I think she's almost back to her normal energy level, and we welcome it whole heartidly.
As with everything else this past year, we thank everyone whose shared everything from a meal, toa prayer to their homes with us to help our family and baby achieve the resulst that she has
Savannah's surgery was on Tuesday from about 8:30am until about 1Pm. Mark and I read books the entire time and that seemed to pass the time pretty well. I read a book name Moloka'i, and I don't know if the book was that amazing, or I was just that emotional, but that was hands down one of the most heartbreaking books I've read yet, and I've read Where the Red Ferns Grow.
They let us see her immediately after surgery, and she kept sleeping for about the first 30 minutes, then she woke up and decided she'd rather be asleep again. Last surgery she cried and really didn't know what to do with herself, but this time it was as if she knew the routine. She'd wake up and moan a little, check to see if she was being held, and doze right off to sleep again.
That first day after surgery is really the worst. They had her arms with the restraints, her leg strapped on a stint to hold the IV in, she had her tounge stichted and connected to the black strings on the side of her cheek, and her mouth was as swollen as could be.
I can't say I did too much that day though, because I was back in our apartment sick with who knows what. My tonsils were so swollen I had trouble breathing, and I had an outrageous fever. I've had the appointment set twice now for a pre-surgery date to get them out, but have always "chickened out" at the last minute, but this time, I think I've had enough.
Mark really was our rock that kept it together for us that Monday and Tuesday. He strolled around town with Savannah at all her pre-op testing, and cared for her that whole first day after surgery. It is in those moments that I remember how blessed I am to have found and married such a wonderful man, capable of such love and devotion to his family. You're the best Mark.
She came "home" on Wednesday afternoon, and refused to drink anything. She was in and out of sleep all day and most of the night, except for a few crying spells. We thought we might have to take her back in to the hospital the next morning because she still refused to take so much as a sip of pedialyte, but by about mid-morning she decided she was thirsty and ready to drink.
It's so hard to see her just sitting there with no energy to do anything and not be able to do much about it. She seems like just a shadow of herself. She wasn't really herself up untll about this afternoon when she was Marks Laptop and crawled her way to it to bang on the Keys. I think she's almost back to her normal energy level, and we welcome it whole heartidly.
As with everything else this past year, we thank everyone whose shared everything from a meal, toa prayer to their homes with us to help our family and baby achieve the resulst that she has
Thursday, May 1, 2008
OH KIERA!
A couple of days ago Kiera had a conversation with me I just had to write down. I hope I don't embarras anyone.
Kiera: Mommy, why do you have a different last name than abuelita?
Me: Because when girls get married their last name changes to whatever the boys last name is,
Kiera: What's Timmy's last name?
Me: Barney
Kiera: What's Jonathans last name?
Me: Dewlley
Kiera: Mommy, I want to be KIERA BARNEY!
Me: Oh Kiera.
Happy Birthday Mark!
Today is my hubby's birthday, and every year I (and everyone else in our family) have the same dilema....What to get him. We all know he likes Star Wars, and so he's been given every calender, figure and book that has to do with Star Wars. He liked the Lord of the Rings, and so, likewise we're overloaded. So this year the I decided....Food. So I made him breakfast, but he was up before I could take it to him in bed. Kiera chose to give him a hat, Mason picked glasses, and Savannah gave him a belt. I think he felt as special as we tried to make him feel. We love you Mark and all you do for us! Happy Birthday!
MENU
2 Eggs over easy
1 piece of toast (unbuttered)
Belgium Waffle w/fresh strawberries & blueberries
Fresh squeezed Orange Juice
Fruit smoothie
Maple syrup
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