In this case, it proved to be helpful. Alanna was terrified of the anesthesia when we got back to the OR. She had practiced in the waiting room with Surgery Bear and was all geared to go and even excited about it, but lost her nerve when the actual time came. The anesthesiologist had to hold his hand over her mouth with the tube because she wouldn't wear the mask, but he was having difficulty getting her to relax and take some breaths in. I held her and told her that in order for him to be able to take his hand away she needed to calm down and we could do it together and then we did our deep breaths as a team--like we do sometimes at home when she gets upset. It killed me to watch her stop squirming and pleading to go home as it took effect and fall asleep, but I know ultimately it helped that she and I had practiced time and time again calming down.
Dr. Wood is confidant that things look good and we're just astounded at how resilient she is. She came out of surgery and promptly ate two popsicles and requested a Happy Meal. You can not even imagine the relief we feel.
Thank you for listening to my ramblings/anxiety on the topic and for the words of encouragement.
How's the recovery going? I'm sure Alanna is fine but how is Mom?
ReplyDeleteAnticipation is almost always worse than the actual event. I think it's the "almost" that gets us.
Mom is getting better, but is still feeling a little overwhelmed and probably won't be relaxed until after things finish healing and we go to the follow up appointment in a couple weeks.
ReplyDeleteMom needs a margarita ;)