Just hours before we admitted A into the hospital seemed almost unreal. Our little girl was actually going for an operation. But we were kept busy, having to give A a snack after she woke from her nap, then rushed Sam to the paternal gramps to stay overnight and then headed to the hospital.
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| baby doll Emma was a real comfort |
A was excited to get acquainted with the huge cot once again. While we were feeding her dinner, the doctors came round to ask questions and do some checks on her. (And she repeated the word 'stethoscope' after me as they were checking her! Even the doctor was amused.) It was rather disrupting so she only ate about 3/4 but thankfully after the questioning, the hospital food came so she could eat more. Though she was tired and was due to sleep, she was unused to the new environment and couldn't get to sleep. Besides she was supposed to have her drip inserted and her arterial lactate (blood sample) taken so the numbing cream Emla was applied to reduce the pain and we waited but the doctor didn't come back even after 2 hours (and the cream had lost its effect within an hour). A was very tired by then and thankfully I managed to put her to bed by 840pm. Daddy was back at the gramps putting Sam to bed which he thankfully managed to as well around that time as S also took some time to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. Unfortunately A stirred after 45 min or so and because someone had switched on a light nearby, I couldn't put her back to sleep.
Then a short while later, the doctor came and took A to the procedure room where she applied the cream again. We had to stay outside while she did the procedure and could hear all the commotion going on in the room with A being terribly upset and the doctor "scolding" her not to cry and that mummy was outside. After about 20 minutes, she emerged from the room all sweaty and teary-eyed and the doctor said she was unable to do the arterial lactate and could only insert the drip.
It took quite some time before I finally managed to put A back to sleep again. We were disturbed once in a while with the doctors and nurses coming round so although she was almost falling asleep, they'd come and speak to us, then she'd wake up. Sigh.... she was obviously tired but I could only keep nursing her and carrying her around the ward (as she kept crying that she wanted to go outside and I didn't want her to make too much noise and disturb everyone else who needed rest). Even gave her bread at 11 pm as I figured it was better to fill up her tummy before she had to start fasting since she was still awake anyhow. Then I nursed her again and she finally slept about 12 plus (and so did I, together with her in her cot, but unfortunately they stopped providing nice big pillows - because she was a baby and they don't provide for the parents).
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| just as Tigger was |
I was awoken at 3 am by a nurse who brought milk (I had wished they would have given it to us earlier but I guess I should have made it clearer to them though I don't usually like troubling people too much) and reminded me to start the fasting. Annette was still sound asleep so I decided not to wake her to give her milk. She stirred at 6 plus (possibly because she was awoken by some sounds) and kept asking for milk so Carlsen and I just had to keep carrying her and walking around to distract her from making too much noise, and telling her that she could only have water. But she just took a few sips. Then we just waited till 8 am before the nurses started prepping us for the op.