In Surgery Again

Rebekah is currently under anesthetic having her lens, cataract and what else? removed in her left eye from the radiation damage. This is a "new" hospital for us as we have only been here one time before and that was not a fun experience. This time was not perfect but much better. It is clear that this hospital is less "family friendly" and more set up like a typical surgery unit than we are used to. But we have some really good docs today and they were willing to do things out of the norm.

Update 3:55pm. We are home. And it has been very difficult. Kind of as a continuation of the above: The doc came out and talked to us about the surgery. What was done was not what he told us he was going to do but there were physical reasons for his choices and we can live with that. He told us the nurses would be out to get us very soon as it would be best if we were there with Rebekah when she woke up. 45 minutes later the nurses came out to get us - telling us Rebekah was "asking" for us. "Asking" was a complete understatement. We could hear her screaming from hundreds of feet and many rooms away. So much for being there with her when she woke up.

In large part because of the above, and also in part because of the big eye patch taped on her face, Rebekah has been severely traumatized. For 2 hours now she has been screaming at the top of her lungs, flailing and pinching/biting anyone that tries to hold her. She has to be in our arms constantly or she will rip her eye patch off. This goes on until she is worn out and she goes to sleep for a couple of minutes and then wakes up with it starting all over again. All she can say is "off" and "two eyes."

Mommy had to ride home in the back seat with her and keep a hold of her hands. Any free chance she gets she will go straight for the patch and tape on her face. It looks like mommy will not be leaving the couch for the next x hours... She is in the other room right now telling Rebekah "do not bite mommy, honey..." Obviously things are a bit hectic.

We were going to try and pick up the van (the windshield cracked on it last Friday) on the way home from the hospital but that couldn't happen as daddy had to stay driving and mommy had to hold Rebekah. Now the dealership is giving us grief over some of the repairs. Ugh.

Prayers and patience would be great about now.