It is all over, and I can finally breathe a much needed sigh of relief. It is just the recovery that we have to get through now.
Nothing could have prepared me for the floods of tears and the huge sense of sadness that I felt when she walked into the room with her dad. Sad that she had to have an operation. Scared and sad at the thought of her being under anaesthetic. Its a raw image and it really got to me. Nothing can prepare you as a parent, it is a heart wrenching experience.
She is all safe now and as soon as she came out of recovery she was crying for me, and, I was there. I held her hand and kissed her, and she tried to get up to me, she asked me to take her home. Of course just coming out of surgery she needed to rest so I snuggled into her bed with her and held her close. I rubbed her head and held her hand. I still remember her quivering body and how she nuzzled her head into my chest. I just held her. The nursers wheeled us back up to her room, her dad closely by our side.
I feel so blessed and so lucky that everything went so well we are now 3 days post op and she is doing fantastically. Of course the usual niggles and pains and she is very sad in the mornings but mostly she is doing so well and I couldn’t be more happy with how she is recovering. I think it as a god send that I had had some operations previous to Sophia, so I knew that she would be okay. No matter the skill of the doctors their is always a risk and I had had a few complications previous so maybe that added to my very emotional state and all the tears and just the nerves I had.
If I am honest her dad has done the hard part, he has slept next to her in our bed every night since her operation. She has wanted to be with him and he with her. He is so amazing in situations like this. I remember well when he was with me through mine and he really does take the stress off and does whatever he can to help. Before she asked for a drink he had it there for her. Before she asked for a cuddle he was there and before she said she was in pain he told her she was going to be okay. He was a complete hero throughout it all. So I can see why Sophia wanted her dad at all times.
I am feeling so relieved and like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders now that she is home safe and recovering, we still have a little way to go as she doesn’t really want to eat anything. She says everything tastes funny and it hurts a little too. She is drinking lots so that is good. I am not worried as I know this is part of her recovery and in time she will start to eat more once her throat heals. She has two weeks off school and I just plan on taking it slow and letting her decide what she wants to do for the day. She has already asked me to take her to the park! Bless her, already back to her usual busy self.
She is currently sleeping next to me on the sofa and I couldn’t feel anymore content. We got through it, she got through it. She is so brave. Braver then me!