Well it was a looooooooooooooong day yesterday.
We took belles to Alderhey hospital in her jammies which she was suspicious of to start with. Our plan was to take her to hospital, tell her she was having an injection and then deal with the trauma that followed after the op. But after some sensible advice from the nurses on how to handle the situation, we decided to tell her than she was being put to sleep to look at the bad things going on in her leg. Heartache and guilt is not a great combination for any mother to deal with and she was naturally distraught.
It took a lot of persuasion and coaxing to let her know it was the right thing to do and she put on a brave face when she knew she was going to get woozy juice! Oh my - the pre-med was hilarious and her face was a picture. It was an Ellie I had never seen before.....all smiley and giggly and gurgly! I went to theatre with her before she was put to sleep and she was as good as gold. No whining or tears - she was super duper brave. The moment they knocked her out, I broke down in tears and waited two hours for it to be over.
When she came round, which was almost an hour after the op, she was grumbly and dozy - of course. Then suddenly, she pinged awake, had her water, giggled her way through her sandwich and we were no sooner home than you could blink an eye.She has two fat bandages on her leg (Muscle taken from her thigh and calf which includes melting stitches). She is sore but she has a ton of drugs to combat that.
My super brave girl and my amazing mum made a great team - those two ladies are in my top 5 super-babes of all time.
LOVES THEM MUCHLY.