This summer we’ve been trying to catch up on some health things. On some days, especially trying to figure out CPT codes and getting itemized bills, etc. for our cost-sharing program, it seems like we’ve visited every kind of doctor in the books!
Claire has been hit the worst. She is “lucky” enough to deal with some pretty random health stuff. That girl got get prodded and poked a bunch this month. First she had a renal ultrasound (no pic), then we went to the hospital to have a VCUG test. Look at that great sport:
I’m pretty sure you have to have frozen yogurt after something like that.
She’s had an umbilical hernia since she was a baby. It doesn’t bug her, but a couple doctors have mentioned it’s better to take care of it sooner than later. You have to do something like that between sports (it’s a pretty simple surgery, Max had to do it to, easy peasy, but you have to take six weeks off from any sports).
And this girl doesn’t stop with sports.
We figured we’d do it near the end of the summer before sports started up since she is on a summer volleyball league:
…and was also doing those 5:30am practices every morning at the high school:
But then in one fell-swoop we found out volleyball tryouts were the first week of school (we’re new to this girls’ volleyball thing), and there happened to be an opening in just the right time frame to be done by then. (School starts on August 2nd in these parts…boo!)
So we scheduled that thing, resigned to the fact that at least she got one game in for her summer team.
As fate would have it, that girl popped out with a giant cold sore a couple days before the surgery. They were a little worried about that…having a virus isn’t so good when you’re going under. But they still told us we should show up fasting at noon the next day and they’d check out the cold sore to see if it was too big to know how they felt proceeding with the surgery. I was pretty sure it was “too big”…that poor girl is like me with cold sores inflating that bottom lip into a balloon! Plus she had taken ibuprofen without knowing she shouldn’t for a week before. We had a few strikes against us.
(I should have taken a better pic. of the magnitude of that thing…it was large.)
But, after lots of waiting, we got the green-light approval from the anesthesiologist and the doctor and I got to be the “hand-holder” once again with Claire as the nurse stuck her IV. The surgery was on and I was nervous. I’m a born worrier so I would worry no matter what…it’s never easy to send a child off to be put to sleep. But I was especially worried about that cold sore and how it could eventually cause some worst-case scenario things the doctor had outlined when I prodded for more information.
So I felt my whole body release the stress when the doctor came out with a smile and told me all was well. Claire was loopy and funny coming out of the anesthesiology as the nurse and I packed her gently into the car.
Sure love this good girl:
Now she’s being diligent not “submerging” herself in water and laying low, which is tough in the summer time.
But never fear, she got some good stuff in before that surgery:
Yep, I think she’ll survive just fine 🙂