I was just getting a diet Dr Pepper to pop some Excedrin when the phone rang...
Grabbing it, "Hello?". My heart was pounding, my stomach twisting.
"Yes, is this 'Neala's Mom'?"
"Yes, this is."
SMALL TALK- it's my bane in these situations. I don't care for small talk.
"This is Dr Morgan. How are you doing?"
Really? How do you THINK I'm doing? I just want to know how NEALA is doing.
"Oh good, thanks." (Yeah, if good means having one's heart in one's throat- I'm good!)
"She's out of surgery and she's recovering just fine."
THAT is what I WANTED TO HEAR!!!!
Okay, so she seemed to have a hard time coming right out of the surgery, but that was due to her size and the fact that she got a little cold (mind you- they have heated surgery tables, this thing they wrap them in post operative to keep them warm and all of these other cool warming devices- but Neala isn't a typical size for their patients. Much harder to keep a tiny thing warm!). BUT once they managed to get her nice and cozy, I guess, she bounced back really fast and she is recovering nicely now!!!
And she might even come HOME TOMORROW!!!
Will keep you updated. Don't stop thinking and praying- recovery is still a scary stage. I will pop in tonight to visit her as long as I'm allowed.