things I learned from Zoe’s surgery
Zoe post-surgery. Her eyes are quite blood shot, but they are noticeably straighter.
- My little girl is a hard-core trooper. If I had just gone through surgery, I would have been on the couch demading that Chris bring me grapes and bon-bons. Zoe was up and running around and laughing and playing that afternoon. And demanding grapes. She is my daughter after all.
- People rock. The internet facilitates the rocking. Seriously, I was touched by all the warm wishes and thoughts from old friends, new friends, and friend I’d never met. I had often wondered if it helped to leave notes on someone’s blog wishing them well, especially if I’d never met the person. Well, it helped me. I loved reading everyone’s messages, and even made one last check right before leaving for the hospital to steel myself for the upcoming events.
- I am so glad that Chris was my partner in this. I would not have wanted to go this alone, and there’s no one I’d rather have gone through this with. He went with Zoe to be put under because he knew how hard it would be for me to do it, and he knew that he would be a comfort to Zoe.
- Holding your screaming daughter as she is just starting to come out of anesthesia, while she cries bloody tears and tries to rip out her IV is definitely a low in my short time as a parent. I am enormously thankful that it only lasted 20 minutes (though it felt like 20 times that long), and once she really woke up, she downed 3 glasses of juice and asked for crackers.