We’re all home. We had been told that Tess would be admitted for an overnight stay, but in the end the doctors said that we’d be going home after the surgery.
It went okay. Tess’s eye looks red and sore and the ophthalmologist said it would be. She’s making unusual sounds, a sad sort of mewling sound and a strangely pitched cry. She’s doing really well considering what she’s been through.
I can’t really say how the surgery went. Tess’s ophthalmologist said it was a difficult surgery, but that he was expecting it to be. The other details evade me. Truthfully, the idea of eye surgery freaks me out quite a bit, so while he was explaining it I was thinking “lah lah lah” to keep from vomiting. If I peer into the back recesses of my mind he did mention a fair amount of incisions, staples and the word “holes”.
Despite the stresses of today Chris and I have some special memories to treasure. For Chris it was having Tess fall asleep in his arms after the surgery, and for me it was breastfeeding her the second she woke up. We have our baby and she’s safe.
And some positive news: just as our bank balance had slipped below $100, we discovered today that the Australian government had put $1500 in our bank account (part of the finanical stimulus hoo-ha). Amazingly, this pays for our new washing machine (the old one blew up this week) and the hospital excess from today. Yay!