It all started in March. She got strep throat. Then she got it again... and again... and again... and again. She had strep throat five times in less than four months. So Jada was referred to a specialist and it was recommended she have her tonsils and adenoids removed.
So here is Jada, hanging out before surgery. Before they gave her the loopy medication that would calm her down and help with the separation anxiety of her being taken to another room for surgery without mom and dad. She is super excited about her princess pillow case from the hospital that she would get to take home. It was chosen especially for Jada by one very special nurse.
I'm not sure if you can tell from the look in Jada's eyes, but this is her feeling a little loopy and relaxed thanks to the medication to help keep her calm. It was actually quite comical. I hate to say this, but imagine a little, drunk, three-year old. She mentioned that "daddy has four eyeballs" and seemed to get really enthralled in the tag/tracker thing clipped to her gown that included a button that she was obsessed with pushing. In a slow, slurred voice she would say "I love this button... I didn't know I was going to get a button..."
They soon wheeled her away, off to surgery once the medicine had really kicked in and she didn't even notice a bit.
When she came back to the room after surgery, however, it was a whole different story. She was waking up and coming off the anesthesia when they brought her back in to the room. She was very confused and out of it and cried a lot. She would reach her hands out and reach for you but at the same time it was like she didn't want you. She continually tried to rip her iv out of her hand and just had a hard time settling down - which I guess is common.
She finally settled down and fell asleep.
And when she woke up, she seemed to be feeling much better.
So much so, that she had two containers of ice cream.
And after half a day at the hospital, we were ready to go home.
But, I would say the day of surgery and the day after weren't so bad. It was by day three that things started to get worse and by day five things were pretty rough. She was hurting a lot and crying a lot. She obviously wasn't eating. Not even ice cream. She didn't like her pain medication and that was a battle to get her to take that. And she wasn't drinking, which was becoming a concern. Concern enough that the nurses suggested I do anything I could to get her to drink, even if it meant bribing her. We actually got to the point that I was paying her to drink. At one point the little stinker negotiated for five pennies instead of the four I offered her.
Once we got her to drink more, things seemed to turn around a little bit for the better and the next couple days were better. Today, day eight, I think she has finally turned a corner and things are getting much better. She still has another week left of eating soft foods, but I am hopeful we are out of the worst of it and we will see that happy girl again soon.