We're back in Princeton, safe and sound. God has been so good and we are so grateful to all those who helped us along our journey. For now, we're back home and getting back into some semblance of a schedule and trying to start some school again. We're also just enjoying being in once place! :)
On Thursday we had a "free day" with nothing much to do, so we went to walk around the Fells (above Medford Square)! So amazingly beautiful and just what we needed. We hiked up to the "castle" and then found a couple of swings near the lagoon. We ended up staying almost 3 hours!
On the way up...
(Notice new light-up sneakers!! Thanks, Chalifouxs!)
At the top :)
This swing was fun
"Come on, Madre, get on and I'll take your picture!"
But this swing was by far the best--if you pulled back really far you swung out over the water!!
On Friday we headed into Boston bright and early to have the rest of the stitches out under anesthesia. I was a bit apprehensive about this, due to her not-so-nice reaction to the anesthesia the last time. But stitches can't stay in forever... We got into the OR quickly and she seemed to be in good spirits. I was again able to go all the way in with her and hold her as they gave her the "happy gas" before putting the IV in, which she had little trouble with, even smiling as she walked in to the ORs. The anesthesiologists, who were so wonderful, tried a different combo of meds in hopes of avoiding the nausea and vomiting she had last time and that part was successful, which was great.
She was in and out in about 30 mins and I was quickly called up to the recovery room, where I found her crying. hard. Those of you who know her know that she's a pretty happy-go-lucky kid and rarely cries unless something really hurts or is really scary. She proceeded to have what I can only describe as a complete freak-out for almost an hour. It was really heartbreaking to watch--she kicked and cried and flailed and absolutely refused to be comforted or reasoned with. She was neither totally with it nor totally out of it (she could respond to simple questions with gestures like: "where does it hurt?"--she would point to the IV in her hand). They tried everything to get her to calm down and come out of it, and said that it's not an uncommon reaction in kids her age--they feel out of control and simply cannot be reasoned with or comforted. Didn't make it any easier to watch, though!
They tried a couple of tricks but nothing seemed to work and finally the head of anesthesiology came in to help. He was a wonderful man named Dr. Martin (a coincidence?!) and he took one look at her and said: "she won't get past this until she gets out of this room." Despite the nurses protests, he had her IV taken out and we dressed her, kicking and screaming, and stood her up on the floor. He had her walk out the door (still with her eyes closed, still crying!) and walked us to a parent's lounge where there were some couches and a TV. He put her on his knee in front of the TV, picked out a program (she did finally have her eyes open at this point), then sat her down in a little chair and said: "Sister, would you like some coffee?" !! Amazing man. :) By the time he came back with my coffee she was talking and asking to eat and drink! It was if she had been saying "I'm done! Get me out of here!" And, once we got past the recovery room, she was truly fine! We were able to leave the hospital less than an hour later, with no nausea or any other problems! (Whew!)
We went back to Auntie Donna's house for lunch and then hit the road.
Donna, Willy and Deysi
We drove, and drove, and drove. I now know how you say "Are we there yet?" in Spanish! She slept a little but was mostly awake and we sang, chatted and...um...got bored. :) We were home by 9pm and I was ready to CRASH!! She, on the other hand, was happy to giggle at my mother's fuzzy slippers and read to her until almost 10!! I was already lying down on the mattress near her bed at that point. :)
The next morning we were surprised to find all the wonderful cards and gifts that people had sent! We spent almost an hour going through them all, admiring the pictures and listening to so many people's good wishes and promises of prayers. We are so extremely grateful for this outpouring of love for Deysi and are sure that she has been recovering more quickly and with much higher spirits because of it! Thank you all so very much and God bless you for your kindness and love.
And SMILE she did! :)
Yesterday my sister Beth and her boyfriend, Dan, came for lunch, which was great. We had a nice time and they were subjected to a few rounds of "Pesque" (Go Fish), Trouble and a Snow White and the 7 Dwarves puzzle. :) We also went to the part and played a rousing game of "Fake out" (seated catch while chatting!) and someone small got a ride on someone tall's shoulders! It was such a nice afternoon.
Here comes Trouble!
Cleaning up and getting our picture taken! :)
Our next trip to the Boston area will be on or about Wednesday of next week, when we have a 1:15pm appointment at Shriner's with Dr. Donelan (her surgeon). We'll see what he says!