Our daughter had surgery today. Not a major procedure, but to me it may as well have been a brain transplant. Avery is 33 months old and isn’t talking. She has underlying genetic issues that are likely the cause, but we also know she has fluid in her ears. A whole lot of gunky fluid. She has consistently failed hearing test after hearing test. After the last one, they finally put a number on it – 40% hearing loss which is like listening while pressing both hands tightly against your ears. The result is a muted and very muffled sound. We decided to go ahead with the ear tube insertion. It would help Avery hear and hopefully speak clearly. We only hesitated because her genetic condition also includes cardiac issues which can make anaesthesia risky.
We arrived at the hospital at 7 am and took a seat in the surgical waiting area with the throngs of fellow be-gowned patients. Everyone wore the same expression of exhaustion, fear and boredom. I tried not to touch anything and probably used the community hand-sanitizer more often than would be considered NOT INSANE.
While we went through the pre-surgery protocol, I’m sure I kissed Avery’s little blond head a hundred times. We sat and watched the doctors and nurses take care of patients around us. It didn’t resemble Grey’s Anatomy to me at all. No turmoil. No romance. What a total rip off. The only drama was Avery taking a giant dump right as the nurse came to take her into the OR. Glad SHE was relaxed enough to let loose. And where in the hell was Dr. McDreamy anyway? Sure, the anaesthetist was cute, but young. I think he was 12. I guess that would make him Dr. McDougieHowser.
The surgery was quick and problem free and I only threw up in my mouth once after smelling a “sick” odour. I’m not good with mysterious hospital smells. The day couldn’t have gone better. Avery is recovering well and is already showing signs that she can hear us more clearly. She’s whipping her head around, laughing and exclaiming, “Wow!!” in response to things we say. Doesn’t get much clearer than that.