Our arrival time at the surgery center was 6am and we were there with 10 minutes to spare. Avery was in a good mood all morning even after having to wake up about 30 minutes earlier than normal. Even though she's an early riser, she's not a fan of getting up earlier than 5am. Sorry sister...new ears are waiting for you.
We couldn't give her any formula that morning and could only give her Pedialyte. She totally knew it wasn't the norm. Luckily, by the time she finished the bottle in the car, we were at the surgery center and there were people to watch. Avery is a people watcher at heart....just like her momma.
Getting vitals on a squirmy 6 month old is comical. The nurse eventually just gave up and said, "As much as you're moving and laughing, I think you're converting enough oxygen to be within normal range." I agreed and decided to let Avery roll around and play in the hospital crib while we waited for the doctor to come by.
Oh, did I mention tube day was Jacob's birthday too? Happy birthday- let's get tubes. :)
Dr. Clark came by and went over the procedure with us. She said it would take about 15 minutes. I'm not sure why I translated that to 15 minutes per ear so a grand total surgery time of 30 minutes. That's not what she meant at all. She meant 15 minutes start to finish. Done.
After they took Avery back to the OR, I decided to stretch my legs and go to the bathroom. I stopped in the waiting room where one of my many "Austin Mommas", Kariss, had come to sit with us. I told her that they had taken Avery back. We chatted briefly about getting breakfast after surgery. I went to the restroom, waved at Kariss as I walked back through the waiting room and then made my way back into the recovery section of the surgery center. Jacob had been waiting in the room the whole time and when I got back, he said, "The doctor just came in and said everything went well. They'll have Avery back in a minute." Wait. Hold your roll sir. What? Done? They just took her like 3 minutes ago. Well, it had been 11 in fact. For some reason I envisioned one of those people doing cattle roping for a time and they clap their hands together and raise them above their head to call for time to stop. I'm not sure why I pictured Dr. Clark doing that, but it totally popped into my mind.
Avery was cranky when she got back to us, probably because she remember the Pedialyte lie we attempted to pass off as formula. We gave her a bottle and she calmed down quickly. When we got home, she slept for almost 3 hours. She never does that. Ever. ....except at night. I digress.
By that evening, she was "talking" and making more sounds than Jacob or I have ever heard her say before. The next morning she had a clear-as-a-bell moment of screaming "momma" at me when I took something away from her. I was so impressed I gave her back the tube of Butt Paste she was trying to eat. :) We are believers in ear tubes.
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