A/didn't believe me when I said she had sleep apnea,
B/till they got her sleep study results, or
On the one hand, I'm pleased because they'd scheduled her at 5:30pm. 5:30! That's when most people are going home. I didn't want her ENT or anesthesiologist to be yawning and wondering how pissed off their paramour was because they were missing a romantic dinner. Or worried that all the florists were going to be closed by the time they were done, so let's hurry up, and... oops!
We don't want any oops-es.
Of course I trust all her her medical peeps are consummate professionals and can handle a little tube insertion blindfolded but she was also supposed to be NPO after 8am. Translation: nil per os. Nothing by mouth after 8am. Do these people not have children? Have YOU ever not fed a 3 year old for 9 1/2 hours? Heh. Let's just say
that terrified me I didn't think the day was going to be awesome quality bonding time.
On the other hand this is just more delay - more days, more weeks where she might not be hearing us, where the little communication highways in her head aren't being built. Yeesh. Not that I'm anxious or anything.
***Way, way, wayyyy back at her 3 year check up, otherwise known as The Great Referring, when we set out to get a sleep study, hearing test, new orthotic inserts, AAI X-rays, & to find a good pediatric dentist, I thought she might have to be sedated for a few items as she can, occasionally, like any other 3 year old, resist being prodded and poked. I thought the initial visits were pro forma and all her peeps would have to reconvene at the hospital on some magical date in which all 27 of them were free. Happily, the X-rays and DDS visits were easy. It was only at her cardiology appointment, where she's been a thousand times, that wasn't even on my Things To Do While Sedated radar, that she decided Enough Was Enough. NO MORE. Can't say I blame the kid but annual echo cardiograms make mommy sleep better.
Boulder-dash Dailies -
Friday: My son, waking up in our bed (of course), before even lifting his head off the pillow says, "You know what I'm MOST excited about today?" We should all wake up thusly.
Saturday: My girl is walking around the house in my heels as I write this. Tragically, I have not bought new camera batteries yet. She has mastered The Heel. I didn't till I was well into in my 20s. Atta girl.