As luck would have it, there was a cancellation so Bree’s procedure was bumped up to 10:45. That was better than the original 1:15 time and better than the ‘new’ time of 12;00 that it was moved to late yesterday.
We just talked to the doctor and he said all went well. One cavity to fill, pulled the front bottom tool that was crowding and pulled the two back top baby teeth because they were infected. Hopefully this will solve the pain she’s been feeling.
We opted for no Versed this time. After the headache she had two weeks ago (that lasted three days) we thought we’d try it this way and it worked well. She was ready to have her teeth fixed.
Bree has another procedure tomorrow. She has to have some dental work done. Nothing major, just an x-ray and cleaning, probably fill and cap a couple of cavities and pull at least one tooth that hasn’t fallen out even though there is another coming in. She still has to be put under so we’re going to Oakwood Surgery Center in Round Rock, not our normal haunt at Dell Children’s.
Bree was supposed to have this done last Thursday at Bailey Square Surgery Center, but we didn’t get them a form faxed ‘in time’ so they canceled the surgery. Never mind that no one told us that it had to be in by a certain time, never mind that no one bothered to call us and let us know that the surgery was canceled, it’s okay that our little wee-wah is in pain for an extra week. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them by actually calling us to keep us informed. I guess I should have called a couple of weeks before to see if there was anything that was needed. Oh, wait, that’s right, I did. Twice. They never returned my calls. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to deal with Bailey’s Square, nor is it the first time we’ve been underwhelmed with their customer service and policies. I won’t go into the details, but let’s just say that it’s not hip to be Square. Let’s just say that they are a pain in the assets.
Surgery is not until 12:00 p.m., so there won’t be any blogs until the afternoon.
Bree was released at 11:15 and we made our way home. Bree is the saddest she’s ever been. It’s not her joints that are hurting her, but she keeps saying her head hurts. She’s got medicine in her but it doesn’t seem to be cutting the edge off. She’ll say ‘I cry!” and then she’ll wail. It’s both heartbreaking and adorable at the same time.
It’s been about two hours since we got home and she’s mostly back to her old self. The medicine is finally working, I don’t think she’s in any more pain. So ‘yay’ all the way around.
The little pager they give you to alert you that the procedure is complete just went a-buzzin’! Only one person is allowed at first, so Billie Jo went back and now I’m alone with my thoughts. And wow, is it lonely.
If there was something amiss, the doctor would have come out and spoken to both of us, so I’m going to deduce that it all went as planned. Unless you hear otherwise, please do the same.
Oh, and I’m not really that lonely. I thinking about skinless chicken.
Two blogs ago I listed the joints in which Bree was getting her shots. I incorrectly stated her right ankle was getting a shot when in fact it is her left ankle. We here at Bree Blog Central want to deliver our deepest apologies to her right ankle for any anguish our misstep may have caused and to her left ankle for making it think it was off the hook.
It’s 9:06 and Bree was just wheeled back into ‘Specials.’ Specials is not an operating room per se, it’s a sterile room that has x-ray technology that the doctor uses to inject the steroids into her joints. Being able to see what’s going on inside her fingers (or ankle or wrist) enables the doctor to find the ‘sweet spot’ and get the shot exactly where it needs to go. Which is good, because if they hit a growth plate, that joint will stop growing, but that’s okay as long as you don’t want to use your hands when you grow up. So, anyway, technology is pretty great.
She got some nasal Versed to take the edge off, which is good, but is burns her nose, which is bad. It’s a good trade off, and odds are she won’t remember getting it.
By our count, this is the 16th time she’s been under anesthesia. We’re pretty excited, because once she gets to 20, she gets a set of steak knives.
My little girl is so brave. As she went back she said ‘bye, bye, love you,’ and my heart about broke. Words can’t describe how much we adore that little stinker. To have been through so much and still be so sweet… well, I’m frankly at a loss for words, and for me, that’s saying something.
The procedure should take about 40 minutes, recovery another hour. With luck, we’ll be getting out of here before noon.
Not sure when I’ll be able to post again, might not be until we get home. Just remember, no news is good news.
I know what you’re thinking: Oh No. What happened? He only blogs when something is wrong.
Relax. Nothing happened. Nothing is wrong.
Bree has had a flare up of her JIA again. It’s been six months since the last one, so that’s pretty good. We had the option of trying to give her steroids to reduce the inflammation, but there’s not guarantee that it would work and it would mess with her sleep, make her more aggressive and less compliant- just days before the first day of school.
So, as before, we opted for door number two.
Friday morning Bree will go into surgery to have injections on three fingers on her right hand, her left wrist and all four fingers on her left hand and her right ankle. This attacks the source of the problem, no guesswork, no ‘wait and see, ‘ but a clear reduction in swelling (and pain) in a short amount of time with minimal pain and discomfort for Bree.
Anyhoo, I’ll keep you posted on Friday. Please keep Bree in your thoughts and prayers.