They took Annika back at 10 a.m. this morning. At 12p.m. they called to say that they finally had placed all the lines she needed (she will need lots of I.V. access in order to quickly transfuse or give fluids as she needs them), and they were ready to begin the incision. Before taking her back, they told us that they anticipate this will be an all-day surgery.
Jörg and I are waiting for updates, which are coming every 2 hours. Mostly they will just call to say where they are in the process, and (hopefully) let us know that she is stable and doing fine.
Perhaps needless to say, I got very little sleep last night. Annika was so tired by the time we got settled in to her room up on 6 that she was crying at the slightest suggestion she try something new (the pharmacy sent up liquid med's rather than pills, and some of the pills that were
sent up were the wrong shape
!) It was 9p.m. before things quieted down enough to try for sleep, but when I settled into the bed beside her, she was still kicking and rolling and fidgeting. After a few minutes she declared, "I'm having trouble going to sleep." I asked her if she would like to try laying on my chest. I was thinking of her putting her head on me, but instead she climbed all the way up on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her, and she was snoring in just a few minutes.
In the morning she resisted all our attempts to get her ready to go, but in the end Jörg carried her all the way down to the surgical holding area, and she was pretty happy about that. We played the princess memory card game she got yesterday (thank you person from Massachusetts whose name I did not recognize on the box...pseudonymous blogger?) while we waited. She narrowly defeated me, but I was
When they came to get her, we explained that she really did not want to have the central access line in her neck, if at all possible, and that she did not like it when they used "the white stuff" to put her to sleep. She gripped me tightly, and asked me to carry her "like you carry Frankie." She told us that she was afraid to go to sleep, and we told her that it was OK to be scared, but that the doctors were going to take very good care of her.
Before they carried her off, they gave her enough versed to make any 5-year-old smile, and all we saw were dimples and blurry, blissed-out blue eyes as she headed back.
When they called at noon, they told us that they managed to get the central line in her chest. No neck I.V. We'll take the good news as it comes.