That was my day Sunday... It started as a regular Sunday in our household, we got up, got dressed and went to the Zoo... It ended with me facing the reality that I may lose my little girl on an operating table.
Maryanne tumbled off the back of a wagon at the zoo and hit her head on the pavement. Immediately after-wards she seemed fine but with in a few hours it was clear that she needed to get help. She was assessed and a CT scan was ordered... with in 15 minutes a pediatric neurosurgeon was explaining to me that the large white blob on the screen was a large blood clot on her brain that would kill her and that it had to be operated on immediately... What a choice, do nothing and she would die, consent to the surgery (that would require them to cut open her skull to remove the blood clot, that was like the size of a baseball squished between her brain and her skull and then find the vessel that was bleeding and stop it) and risk, infection, paralysis, or death. Of course Michael and I consented to the surgery, but I felt the saddest weight on my heart as I signed that paper. It was not long after that that I was saying "Good-Bye" to a very small, very frightened two and a half year old, as a complete stranger carried her into the OR. Two hours later, the lead surgeon emerged bearing the news we had prayed for, she made it through the surgery like a champ, no complications and the artery that was bleeding (in the words of the surgeon) was right there "like it was screaming here I am come get me!" So the best possible situation was there, the clot was removed and they didn't even have to touch her brain in order to stop the bleeding.
Last night she was really out of it, but she tolerated the anesthesia and all the poking and prodding well. Today she was up and walking on her own, making jokes and being her regular funny self. By this afternoon, we have realized that this is going to be a trick, how to keep a two year old with a head wound (but doesn't know it) from jumping on the bed and well basically being a two year old. (the doctor suggested a helmet) So here I sit in this hospital room, totally trying to grasp what has happened. It still feels surreal to say that my two year old had brain surgery yesterday, and not because she is super ill or something like that, but because she feel off a wagon at the zoo and hit her head just right to make this vessel bleed and because of that I almost lost her. I am so grateful to all the nurses and doctors here at Phoenix Children's Hospital for all of their hard work and their skillful hands because without them I would not be able to hug my little girl and tell her that "I Love Her."
The story is... I will have to be home with Maryanne for a while and because of that the store will be closed. I will keep everyone posted on what is going on so that all will know when we will be open for business... Thank you to everyone for your prayers and understanding.
It is just so crazy how your whole life can change in just one day...