One of the waiting rooms at Primary Children's. There are murals EVERYWHERE. Even the ceiling tiles are painted so children on gurneys have something to look at.
Moira had her surgery yesterday and it went better than expected. We had plenty of time to get where we needed to be and lots of toys in the various waiting rooms. Brayden even found toys to play with that kept him busy. Moira knew she was there for surgery and informed everyone that her finger needed to be fixed. The nurses were sure to educate Moira on what was happening next so she would be comfortable.
Moira got to wear yellow scrubs for her surgery. W
e had talked with Moira about wearing a mask to help her breath. She was so excited about the mask that I think she may have forgotten what it was for. She had her choice of flavors: chocolate, raspberry, root beer, grape, cherry.... When the anesthesiologist listed off the flavors Wendy and I realized it was lunch time and we were hungry. A couple minutes later, Moira was walking down a hallway with the anesthesiologist talking about flavors and we were shut outside the doors. That was a very sad feeling of hopelessness. It gave us a taste of what the first day of school must be like for a parent. Moira had no fears about what was to happen next. She did great. The doctor came out in about half an hour and said everything went well. A few minutes later we got to visit her in the waiting room. By the time I got all of our gear rounded up Moira had already downed two full cups of apple juice. Considering that was all she had eaten in 18 hours it was no surprise to me.
e had talked with Moira about wearing a mask to help her breath. She was so excited about the mask that I think she may have forgotten what it was for. She had her choice of flavors: chocolate, raspberry, root beer, grape, cherry.... When the anesthesiologist listed off the flavors Wendy and I realized it was lunch time and we were hungry. A couple minutes later, Moira was walking down a hallway with the anesthesiologist talking about flavors and we were shut outside the doors. That was a very sad feeling of hopelessness. It gave us a taste of what the first day of school must be like for a parent. Moira had no fears about what was to happen next. She did great. The doctor came out in about half an hour and said everything went well. A few minutes later we got to visit her in the waiting room. By the time I got all of our gear rounded up Moira had already downed two full cups of apple juice. Considering that was all she had eaten in 18 hours it was no surprise to me.Everyone at the hospital thought Moira was the most darling patient they had ever seen. I take that with a grain of salt because this is coming from workers at Primary Children's Hospital. I am sure they tell at least one parent a day how great their child is. At any rate, that place was wonderful. I have seen ant hills with less workers than what we saw there. We were personally greeted by no less than a dozen employees in the short 4 hours we were there. Not to mention the droves of other personnel there to assist them.
We were told that the digestive system is one of the last parts of the body to wake up from general anesthesia. Knowing that Moira has a 3-year-old's timing for potty breaks we kept asking her if she had to use the bathroom. She repeated again and again that she did not. Wouldn't you know it, we were in the car for 5 minutes and she hollered from the back seat that she HAD TO GO!! We pulled off at some tire place in downtown Salt Lake City (no woman's favorite bathroom spot) and Wendy ran Moira into the loo. Beyond that there were no incidents, although, we do think we saw a street walker and a guy that had just relieved himself against a wall. Not what we would have expected in SLC.
Today, Moira's thumb still looks like it is bent, but we think that might be that she is still cautious with it. The bandage comes off on Saturday and her stitches should dissolve after a couple weeks.
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She is so adorable!
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