1. My dad is home and out of the hospital. You may have seen at the bottom of my post over the weekend that as he was taking my children to church, he experienced chest pain. (Coincidentally, it was as he was lifting Reed to carry him into Palm Sunday service.)
Because he’d had a heart attack last spring, my mom immediately took him to the hospital, where he spent 6 hours in the ER and overnight in Telemtry. No test they gave him indicated heart damage, so we’re grateful it was likely just a muscle twinge from hoisting my growing son.
2. Tessa’s surgery (mentioned here) is over. We spent much of yesterday at Childrens Hospital for some extensive dental work: two extractions, two crowns and some sealants. The only tough part was that she didn’t want to drink the Verced prior to the rest of the procedure. Silly girl. I tried to demonstrate for her but “Dr Sleep” (as they called him) wouldn’t let me partake.
I was able to stay with Tessa until she went under with the “banana gas” (which she also fought — the only part of the day where I cried). She woke up 3 hours later with an IV in her hand — a “straw under her skin to feed her water” — and she was even cool with this.
Tessa’s most challenging personality trait is also her saving grace. She is resolute (read: stubborn) to the point of being supremely resilient. She simply decided she was going to be OK, and she was. She woke up cheerful at 5:45 am for the trip to the hospital, remained cheerful until the Verced showed up, and woke up from the surgery cheerful. Except for the moments at the tail end of a dose of Motrin, she’s remained cheerful for a full 24 hours now.
She made this ordeal OK for herself. I could learn from her. I fretted for 3 days last week over a simple blood draw.