Faye is fine. She was wonderful. It seriously took more time to fill out the paper work then it did for her to go under, be operated on, and come out of the anesthesia.
Note: If you have small children and can avoid using anesthesia on them, DO IT!
She was fine. Wonderful. The doctor came out to talk with me about it. He said as soon as she starts to stir, they would come and get me. Before he finished telling me about the surgery (because I was wrong, it was surgery and not a procedure) the nurse was taking me back to her.
I saw her little limp body cuddled up to a nurse, tired whimpers escaping her very red face. As I approached and she was handed off to me, the whimpers grew. Her little body started to writhe around in my arms. She was kicking, scratching my face, pulling my hair, hitting, and just plain mad. The whole time her eyes were still closed. The nurse assured me she was still out, she hadn't yet awakened, and it was a very common effect from the anesthesia. I set her on the ground and let her kick, but when she started to bang her head on the hard floor, I scooped her up again. She then tried biting her feet, my cheek, and anything she could get a hold of.
Her surgery started at 7:30. I was back in with her at 7:45. The tantrum continued full force until nearly 10:00. I was not allowed to leave until she was completely calmed down. It was awful.
By the time we got home, though, she was as sweet as HFCS, and a little wobbly. Truth be told, she is still wobbly and unsteady on her feet. But she is fine.
Me, on the other hand, well, not so much.
Foolishly, Jeffrey and I visited and laughed into the wee hours of the morning. Resulting in just a few hours of sleep before I had to get up and take Faye in. I have been beat all day. And around 6:00 tonight, I figured out why.
I got sick.
I am now off to bed.