So I ate my words, "You'll never ever have to get blood work again." Even though she didn't understand what I was saying, I still feel like a jerk. I talked to two different nurses about the surgery all before 9:30 this morning. Then at about noon, I got another call from the nurse at the ENT's office. Some of Grace's levels were elevated and they wanted her to come in immediately for more blood work. Great! Her PTT level was high, which means her blood was not clotting at an acceptable rate. This meant that they could still remove and replace the tubes, but they could not remove her adenoids unless the levels went down. Super great! Like I wasn't freaking out about the surgery before, this new tidbit of info made me feel oh so much better. So I grabbed her blood work orders, grabbed her and headed over to the hospital. During this I also made a frantic call to Jared, who dropped everything to meet me. I didn't want to go alone the first time and having to bring Grace a second time in the same week by myself was a less then appealing thought. We got there, she screamed, but actually took it much better this time. The nurse who stuck her was way nicer and super accurate. She also gave Grace a super cute bandaid, complete with purple hearts for bravery.
Jared picked on me for lying to our child, which also helped with my guilt. Thanks honey.
We got a call late this afternoon saying that her levels went down, and while they're still a little higher than normal, they are at an acceptable level. All I know is, they better take good care of my precious baby.
We have to be at the surgery center for 5am, and I'll try to post when I get home.
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