Ainslie had her tubes put in her ears today. After her lil' "relaxer" she took a while to get "relaxed" and opted for fighting it. Trying to get down out of Daddy's lap and check things out. If only she would have been like Lil' Charlie across the pre-op area and have gone down happy and quiet. No, Ain had to try to "drug" him under the table so to speak. After she finally DID go out, they rolled her to the operating room.
A short time later they called us back and Dr. Stark told us what to expect and how to deal with the new tubes. He said he'd come get us shortly after Ainslie was awake so we could see her. About 3 minutes after he walked out our little counseling room I heard something that sounded like part "Yeti/Wildcat/Ainslie" but mostly wildcat, SCREAMING down the hall. "I think that was Ain," I told Brian. He laughed.
Ok, were NOT CRUEL parents. But, it is much better to hear a noise that your child usually makes when she is angry instead of hearing sobbing noises of "hurt." So, our Ain was just being our Ain. I guess it was reassuring for us in a way. They called for us to go to her. Her face was extremely red from screaming and after trying to get her to calm down with no avail, we finally left. (She did drink some milk, so that was a good sign.)
The only thing that finally calmed her down was the little piece of candy cane I let her suck on in the car while we dropped her prescription off at Walgreens and ordered her breakfast at Sonic. She gladly ate the tater tots, but NOT from MY hand. They had to be eaten from her own hand.
Just like Ainslie to do things on her on terms.
After a 2 hour nap at home, she woke extremely happy with a smile on her face, asking for Edda. (This is Ella.) :) So, hopefully this tube thing is really going to help her out. Thanks for all the prayers!
A short time later they called us back and Dr. Stark told us what to expect and how to deal with the new tubes. He said he'd come get us shortly after Ainslie was awake so we could see her. About 3 minutes after he walked out our little counseling room I heard something that sounded like part "Yeti/Wildcat/Ainslie" but mostly wildcat, SCREAMING down the hall. "I think that was Ain," I told Brian. He laughed.
Ok, were NOT CRUEL parents. But, it is much better to hear a noise that your child usually makes when she is angry instead of hearing sobbing noises of "hurt." So, our Ain was just being our Ain. I guess it was reassuring for us in a way. They called for us to go to her. Her face was extremely red from screaming and after trying to get her to calm down with no avail, we finally left. (She did drink some milk, so that was a good sign.)
The only thing that finally calmed her down was the little piece of candy cane I let her suck on in the car while we dropped her prescription off at Walgreens and ordered her breakfast at Sonic. She gladly ate the tater tots, but NOT from MY hand. They had to be eaten from her own hand.
Just like Ainslie to do things on her on terms.
After a 2 hour nap at home, she woke extremely happy with a smile on her face, asking for Edda. (This is Ella.) :) So, hopefully this tube thing is really going to help her out. Thanks for all the prayers!
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