Today was a big day for Emma. She was nervous, but I’ve seen worse eyes of fear from her. We arrived at the oral surgeon’s for 8:15, and they took her back immediately.
We were told we had to leave the office and return when Emma was out of surgery. We were allowed to wait until we knew the IV was in. This is what she was worried about most.
A few moments later, we received the all clear, so I waited in the car for the 45-minutes it was going to take. I listened to a podcast, and generally felt relaxed and proud at how far Emma had come.
One time many years ago, we were in the hospital for something or other, but Emma wouldn’t allow them to draw blood. The only thing they could think of was to prick her thumb and squeeze blood from there. I had to hold her down. She was already tall and strong by this point. She even bit me at one point. Not surprisingly, they weren’t able to draw enough blood from her thumb to run any tests.
It’s been years since she has drawn blood for any kind of tests. That’s obviously next. Actually, I am sure it was when she had to have her front tooth removed – a story for another day – when we had brought in a nurse to take some blood while she was asleep.
She was quite drowsy and later silly after surgery, but she was a trooper and so far, no extreme pain. Her sister had a good laugh for a couple of hours though filming her and taking hilarious angle photos of her sister’s vulnerable state. She did also follow her to make sure she didn’t fall.
See, they do love one another.