Sorry for not updating after surgery...

but things for the most part went well.

The surgery itself was quick and easy. As a matter of fact, they had to page us up to the floor when she was done because we were still down in the cafeteria having a quick bite to eat.

We got back up to recovery and she was sleeping well and comfortable. When she woke up, she was fussy, but nothing more than what we expected after being sedated. She drank some apple juice and we were given the ok to go home. So we went to change her diaper and put her clothes back on and we saw 2 huge scratches on her left leg. Ouchie.

We called the recovery nurse over and asked her about them. She said she had no idea what they were from and called into the OR to speak to the OR nurse who was with Gracie the entire time. It turned out that they were having a particularly difficult time with their present surgery, but the notations on the chart said that Gracie had the scratches when she came in. Ummm... no. Not possible. Even if it were possible for her to even get those kind of scratches, there is NO WAY we wouldn't have known about it.
We told this to the recovery nurse and added that we know that accidents happen and that its ok, but we wanted to know what she might have been scratched by in case we need to hit her with some antibiotics just in case of possible infection. The poor recovery nurse said she would try to talk to the OR nurse again. She phoned into the OR again and the nurse told her that she was still wrapped up, but that the scratches were already on Gracie when she got her. Ok, now I'm starting to get upset. We gave the lady a pass, we just want her to fess up so that we know what the next step should be. Its not a big deal, just tell us that her leg got scratched on the table or something and she shouldn't need any extra precautions.
This never came about and we left with the promise that the OR nurse would call us when she has a spare moment. We haven't heard from her yet. I am a little peeved and I'll be letting Dr. Joyce hear about it on our next visit.

So Gracie took a nice long nap after we got home and I expected to have a cranky little Peanut throughout the evening, but it turned out that she was very happy to have her line out. She was all smiles and giggles... we even went out to Applebees to celebrate. Woohoo!

Saturday and Sunday were great days as well. Gracie was definitely feeling good and we were having a ball. Another celebratory dinner at Red Lobster and church on Sunday morning.

Then Monday rolled around and Gracie started not to feel so good. She turned away food, then threw up, and then started having some yucky diarrhea. Mommy started to worry... first about infection, then about the possibility of GVHD of the gut which is even nastier than the skin kind. I called Nemours first thing on Monday and when I heard back from them they eased my mind by telling me that it sounded viral to them. Hee-hee. I remembered the true meaning of a "mixed blessing" by Monday evening when I was also blessed with this lovely stomach virus. It turns out that I got the worst of it (which is also a mixed blessing) because Gracie pretty much sailed through it while I fought the sweats, chills, and a 102 degree fever while worrying my head off that Gracie was going to do the same thing and end up in the ER or even an extended stay in the hospital.

We're both past the worst of it now, although her diapers are definitely still yucky. I'm hoping she'll be back to normal in a day or 2 and we can keep trucking like we always do. We had a mishap with one of Gracie's meds over the past few days too, but we were able to iron it out and hopefully tomorrow will be a better and smoother day.

xoxo.