So tomorrow is the big surgery day. We’ll be getting up at the crap of dawn to get to the Eye Institute by 5:30 in the morning. Actually, “crap of dawn” might be misleading since it implies that the sun might actually be close to coming up at that point.
I’m trying to stay calm about the whole thing, and mostly being successful, but the fact that my mom and I spent the afternoon washing dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, dusting and otherwise cleaning is a pretty strong indication that I’m not so calm inside. Because normally, I don’t do that.
I’ve been asked by a few people to give updates, and rather than clutter up the blog with multiple posts, I’m just going to add any updates at the end of this post as things go on tomorrow. I don’t really expect to be on the computer too much, so if there’s no updates, you can assume that I’m just snuggling the girl.
Update: And we’re back home, Zoe is chowing on dry cheerios like she’s just gone hours without food (oh, right). The surgery appears to have gone well. Chris went with Zoe to be put under and said it was hard but not awful. Coming out of anesthesia was really, really hard, but she seems ok now. Her eyes are pretty bloodshot, the blood in the tears was hard to look at, but I’m glad I’d been warned, and she’s pretty sensitive to light. We have a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning with the ophthalmologist.
Update 2: Zoe’s down for a nap, and Chris and I both got a bit of a very needed nap as well. She was surprisingly cheerful while she was awake, only saying “ow” and rubbing her eyes when she looked at a particularly bright wall with sunshine on it – so no walks outside today in the sun. I kept looking at her trying to put my finger on what looked different (besides the obvious red in the corners of her eyes) and realized that her eyes are really tracking together now. I know it’s too soon to know the outcome for sure and that some kids will need additional surgery much later in life, but I’m hopeful that she will have a good outcome.
Update 3: The eye ointment is tough. They said it would be hard and a fight, and they were not joking. That killed the cheerful mood, no question. We have to do this for 10 days, 3 times a day.