Friday, June 22, 2007

Even A Hole in her Head Can't Stop Her

I know I've raved about my new baby granddaughter before, and I know there's a good chance you're all tired of hearing about her, but I hope you'll indulge me for a minute.You see, it was just one week ago that we found out my granddaughter had to have brain surgery. As brain surgeries go, this one isn't too bad, I guess. My granddaughter has a cyst that, so far, isn't bothering her at all, but the neurosurgeon has decided that it's growing quickly enough to be a problem in the future. Last week, he told my daughter and her husband that the baby needed surgery. Since Dad's going to be sent off by the Air Force for training in just a couple of weeks, the doctor scheduled surgery for Monday. We barely had time to catch our breath before it was time to check her into the hospital. More than once, I thanked our lucky stars that we live near one of the best children's hospitals in the nation -- maybe even the world. That didn't help a lot when we saw Mom carrying our tiny 16 pound baby down the hall in her hospital jammies, but it was the one thing I had to hang onto. I mean really! The doctor was about to drill a hole in the baby's skull! So we settled in to wait -- but we didn't have to wait long. In fact, the surgery was over so quickly that when we saw the doctor come into the waiting room, we all thought he'd run into some massive complication and had to stop operating. But the surgery went well, he said, and our big girl was recovering nicely. Mom got to go into the recovery room and hold her while she held up. Dad, Auntie Val and Grandmom stayed in the waiting room for a while longer. Then we were summoned and we met the intern wheeling the baby from recovery to her room. We didn't know what to expect, so when she saw us and smiled, we all nearly fell over. And when she held up her tiny little hand, bandaged up to hold the IV, to her Auntie Val for a high five . . . well, at least two of us lost it. But don't tell my son-in-law. He thinks I cry too easily, for some reason. My granddaughter was released the following day, and on Wednesday I drove up to the Base to spend my usual afternoon with her. I expected taking care of her to be a little difficult, you know. I thought she might be fussy. Uncomfortable. Even in a little pain. I didn't expect the difficulty to come from the fact that she was running at full power and grabbing, reaching, stretching, pulling (grandmom's hair) and playing as if she'd never even heard of the hospital. In fact, what she really wanted was for me to hold her upside-down, which is one of her favorite games. (I didn't, of course. She might not notice the hole the doctor drilled her in skull, but I can't forget it's there!) All I can say is that kids and modern medicine are amazing!


Darla said...

Don't feel bad I'm in your shoes when it comes to crying! What a relief, I'm glad all is okay!

Carol said...

I'm so happy Abigail is ok! I have six grandchildren and one on the way so I do know how you feel. I would have cried too!

Anonymous said...

Hi Sherry, I just joined your workshop on Conflict with WriterU. I read your posting about your granddaughter. MY grandson had a turmor removed when he was 3 months old. It was fast growning. It sounds like the same thing. He is four now and living in Paris. He has an MRI every year. He is doing fine. We were so lucky with the outcome. Mary B of Houston