Last night at the hospital was very intense. The PICU waiting room is very small and was filled with people trying to spend time with their children. When my sister and Chris got the call that surgery was over they were so nervous. It was earlier than they expected which you never know if that is good or bad. There was about 45 min of waiting after the call before the doctor came in to talk to them. I could tell it was good news from the few words i could hear and the look on my sisters face. It was a relief to hear that things went well and that the doctor felt confident about the surgery. I saw Scarlett for a very brief second as they rolled her to her space in the PICU (it isn't really a room from what i am told it is more like a section of a large room with a curtain around it). Her face was very chubby from being swollen, her head was all wrapped up and she was still intubated.
Today i didn't make it to the hospital but i did get an update from my mom. She said that things are looking ok. They noticed Scarlett's left side isn't moving as much as the right and she had a CT scan today. She was also having very minor seizures which is normal and expected. I'm sure my sister will be updating about all of this but from what my mom said it seems everything is going well.
It is so hard to be at the hospital and know that everyone is there for a sick child. It's different at a regular hospital because people could be there for all kinds of things but at a children's hospital it just seems much more sad. I see how hard it is to be there for my sister and Chris and how uncomfortable it is and it makes me want to help everyone I can when i am there. Our family is so lucky to all live fairly close and be able to be there whenever we want or my sister needs us. The lady we talked to last night had just flown in from Tonga to see her grandchild who is 2 months old. I can't imagine how hard that must be. Maybe the next time I go i will take some cookies or something and put them in the waiting room for everyone.