It Was Only Routine.

Our week last week was crazy. Brooklyn has had some type of infection forever (or since October anyway) and has been on almost a dozen antibiotics trying to get rid of them.


We'd been counting down the days until we went to see the ENT, so we were thrilled when her awesome pediatrician got her an earlier appointment than planned. On Tuesday, we went to see the ENT. She was super nice and compassionate, and said that Brooklyn had been sick far too long, and she really wanted to do surgery the following day to minimize the risks associated with infectious bacteria just sitting in her head. (Gross, right?!). She wanted to remove and replace her ear tubes, remove her adenoid, and in the process clean out all of the bacteria dwelling in her head.


So on Wednesday, we got up at 4 am and headed to the hospital for surgery. They assured me, however, that it was very routine and there shouldn't really be any pain or complications.


For almost everyone. Baha.


Because Brooklyn doesn't have a very big vocabulary, she's learned to give us a thumbs up if she is okay. Except the sweet girl is so tough, I think she'd always give us the sign.


She went into surgery...





(And what have we learned so far? Momma would not make a cute surgeon.)





After she had been back a little bit, the surgeon called to let me know that things had gone very well but that when she pulled out her old ear tubes there was a "good bit of inflammatory tissue" behind them that she had to remove, so we might expect some bleeding and discomfort. She wanted Brookie to spend the night, but felt that she'd be fine to go home the next day and use Tylenol for a few days.





Brookie seemed okay post-op and even drank some gatorade and was giving everyone her signature sign.





And then she started to run a high fever, which isn't really very common with this procedure. And then it got higher. And then they gave her tylenol, and it just got higher.





She took a cool bath and watched Dora while eating ice chips.





And slept a lot. And yet the fever climbed higher. And then her heart rate got really high too. And then she started to have a lot of internal swelling around her airway, making it hard to breathe well and swallow, so they decided to keep her for another night.





It was pretty rough for a while, but after steroids, antibiotics, painkillers, and fluids, eventually her fever started to come down and her vitals quit setting off the alarms. And her surgeon stopped by to check on her and assured me that this reaction was very abnormal... but "this kid does things a little different anyway."





She woke up for a little bit and visited with her Sissy.





And continued to tell us "I'm okay!"





And after a long three days, she got permission to go home.





And while we are still a good bit of sleepy and not a huge fan of eating, we are recovering quite well. After all, it was only routine.