Once again, three words:
We are home.
{Although this time, I'm kinda wondering for how long}.
Grace did end up having a short nasal surgery today.
She's home now, in bed, asleep, after eating two full pieces of pizza and a clementine after not being allowed to eat all day!
The shocker of the surgery?
There was still some stray cow fuzz, or moo fur, as our house calls it, up her nose.
{I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!}
gracie. doesn't she look like she's contemplating all that's been happening?
We were shocked because when we were in the hospital a week ago she had a scope up her nose, which declared her all clear.
However, a scope with an awake (and screaming and kicking and wiggling) two-year-old is not as good apparently as a scope when she's sedated.
So, thank goodness for a skittle up the nose!
The stray moo fur could have harbored more toxic shock infection...and landed us back in the hospital.
We are amazed at the Lord's working.
And?
kinda tired.
I'm going to eat some icecream. Watch a movie. and then sleep.
