..:: Kiddo’s Gonna Be OK ::..

So, Children’s wireless policy is insane.  I can’t connect to social networking sites, personal sites, or sites with questionable content.  So, Twitter and Facebook are out, but goddamnsonofabitch.com is A-OK.  Go figure.

Anyhoo, she’s doing as good as can be expected.  Her mouth had the hell sutured out of it, so she can’t swallow, move her tongue, cough, cry or breathe without any pain.  Three cheers for morphine and codine.  She’s in a fog, but unfortunately that’s what she needs at this point.

She’s been through the wringer today.  Very strong when we got here — didn’t fuss or cry when the strangers in blue started poking and prodding her in pre-op. She rolled with it, and I was proud.  Then she went off, got sliced, stretched and stitched, and she woke up with a look that I had after that lost weekend in Tijuana, and I was proud.

Then came the blood, spit and tears.

She took it all in stride.  She had every right to be scared… it’s not every day you get a uvula.  It’s not every day you can breathe like an average person. That you can swallow like an average person. And every breath and swallow hurt her more than I can imagine.  And the funny thing is, she didn’t seem to cry because she was in pain. She seemed annoyed by it. Like she was trying to think her way through it and rationalize it. I don’t think a nine-month old has ever been introspective, but mine was.

And I’m proud.  Sleep well, princess.  Daddy’s here at your side. You’ve earned your rest.