Surgery

Our sweet little Lindsay was born with a lump beside her left eye. We were told it would eventually have to be removed. Well, it has grown over the last two years and is quite noticeable. We took her to an E/N/T specialist, recommended by her pediatrician, as they specialize in facial reconstructive surgery. He diagnosed it as an "ocular dermoid" meaning a cyst by the eye resembling skin tissue. By the nature of the dermoid it would grow until removed. (I pictured a large marble by the side of her eye by age 5 and a golf ball by 16...but that's just me...always the what ifs.) Anyway, Just time to have it done.
Before Surgery...Some pictures it is quite noticeable and others not so much. It just depends on the angle you are looking from and if she is smiling or not.

A couple of days before the surgery, Lindsay started to show signs of a sinus infection. The afternoon before surgery her doctor put her on a one day dosage of Zithromax just to be safe. She did not react well to the meds. By bedtime she was throwing up. ( Not what you want to see happen the day before your daughter is going to be completely sedated. ) The doctor on call told us the medication was most likely the cause. She fell asleep right after throwing up with a completely empty stomach. She had to fast after midnight, no food or liquid. She woke up at 3:30am "I want juice, mommy" and all I could give her was a binky. Poor thing. She was awake until 5am but did not continue to vomit... so, surgery on.
Surgery Day...
We had to be at the hospital to check in by 8am. Lindsay had no idea what was about to happen. She loved the special treatment, hospital gown and booties. Once she was changed we moved into the private child/parent waiting and recovery room. We then had to just wait and wait and wait. Good thing we had brought a bunch of things with us to do in her Dora Backpack. They gave her a Hop on Pop Bear to keep and she sure liked that. Finally at 9:20 it was her turn in surgery. We had to walk her to the doors of the OR and give her to the Anesthesiologist. She was so brave. We don't know what happened from there...if she cried much? That was hard for Shane and I. After a few minutes of composure we got some breakfast at the Hospital Deli. The nurses told us to bring it back to the room to eat as her surgery would most likely be short. (We were originally told an hour at the most.) So, an hour goes by and then 15 more minutes. So, naturally I was just beginning to worry. Finally, Dr. Blotter came in to tell us she was waking and to show us a picture of what he removed. It was over a centimeter in diameter...over a centimeter marble! A bit bigger than it looked from the outside. He got it all in one smooth piece and said he found no feelers so it should not grow back. They are sending it to be biopsied, standard procedure. She has three stitches, but he made the cut in her eyebrow, in a few years you won't even be able to tell.When she came in she was still quite out of it and mellow. When she noticed the IV it kinda concerned her but all she really wanted was to drink some juice. And when all was said and done with her safely in our arms all Shane and I wanted was a nap.