Namine completed her third heart surgery, a fenestrated Fontan procedure.
The OR nurse just stopped in to tell us that they’ve started to warm Namine back up. It won’t be long now, and one of us will be allowed to go back and see her. They’ll be keeping her sedated for some time, though; we’ve been told to expect her to be in a significant […]
Not too long ago, the OR nurse came back to give us a status update. It took awhile to get Namine’s lines in, but now they’re getting ready to put her on the heart-lung machine. She was intubated without incident, and she’s doing well. Waiting is the hard part, and we’re in it for the long haul. We look forward to the nurse’s visit in another hour to let us know how our little love is doing.
Saying goodbye never gets easier. Just about a half hour ago, we left Namine in the doctors’ care, screaming for us. Screaming for us not to leave her, to please, please come back with her. My heart breaks every time. My goddamn heart. But it’s not for my heart – it’s for hers. Today is the day we’ve looked forward to and dreaded for five years: the Fontan. Today is the final step in the three-stage process to make Namine’s heart function without further medical intervention.
… and it’s about time. I had begun to wonder if they’d forgotten all about it. I decided to check out Google’s official Chrome app again, in case they’d added anything new, like maybe account switching. They haven’t. (Account switching, by the way, is supported in my extension. Just sayin’.)
How she has grown.
Sounds like something out of a sci fi movie, doesn’t it? It’s not. It’s what Namine had placed in her mouth today, in preparation for her new prosthetic.
Last night after her bath, Namine told me, “Daddy, my throat feels funny.”
“Funny, like ha-ha funny, or weird funny?”
She was rubbing the front and side of her neck, so after getting her dressed I brought her into the living room so Jessica could look at her. After looking in her throat with a flashlight, Jessica thought she saw some white spots. That meant strep. It was just after 9:00 in the evening, which was good; the Urgent Care doesn’t close until 10:00. We try to avoid the ER if we can help it.