Avery needed this surgery. It wasn't cosmetic, if it wasn't done, she would have possibly had difficulty breathing, and it would have impacted her for her whole life. But I have to tell you, seeing her in the Pediatric ICU hooked up to monitors and a ventilator and looking like she has just lost a boxing match is making feel sick. She is heavily sedated and her wrists are tied down to the bed so she doesn't pull the intubation tube out. I am up now because there was just a flurry of activity because she is running a fever, so the nurse wanted to giver her some Tylenol and flip her over to her left side.
To survive the surgery, Avery not only needed the blood donation Andrew provided, but 3 or 4 times what he was able to give. So I will once again echo the sentiment - if you can, please give blood. If it wasn't for the generosity of strangers, she might not be lying beside me right now.
I kicked Andrew out of the room to try to get some sleep in the family lounge, and I have checked on him twice and he seems to be getting some sleep I am glad, because tomorrow when they extubate her, we are going to need all outer strength, emotional and physical to help her recover.
I did, however see her eyes slit open for a second, and she was kicking and flailing when the nurses moved her, so there is one big sigh of relief - all her bits work :)