High Five!

I know....a week in between blogs when Hazel has an EUA is too long...I need to do better.  That being said, today is one of those times where I'm actually excited to do some extra typing after a work day where most of my day is spent with my hands on a keyboard.

The exam on Wednesday was a total success from a medical perspective...and honestly not too bad from a pre-anesthesia standpoint either.  Hazel is old enough now where we can tell her things like, "Today is Monday...and on Wednesday we are going to go see Dr Bowman!"  and she understands what we are saying.  We aren't quite to the point that we can explain surgery vs. office visit or exam under anesthesia vs. a painful surgery -- but we are proud of how far she has come with her communication skills.

A typical EUA is not a long process, something in the range of 30-45 minutes before they are completely done and we usually get pulled into a private room before she is awake for a report.  Dr Bowman was up first and the joy on his face was more apparent than usual.  He was thrilled with her progress and the way the cornea is bonding with her eye, Dr Smith was next and had Dr Dao along side...both with bright smiles and a certain skip in their step.  Hazel's eye pressure was down to a normal level, the nerves looked healthy and we were able to tweak her glasses prescription.  We  were event able to reduce the steroid drops needed in her right eye.  I like to imagine that if these weren't skilled doctors at the top of their professions that they might have started throwing around high fives and chest bumping like a team that just brought home the championship trophy.    I am probably remembering the vibe in the room the way it seemed in my head, but we don't get many reports where there is good news that isn't followed by bad news or something else that we need to watch closely.

Hazel usually needs some time to snap out of the anesthesia and doesn't like all the cords and stickers and band aids, which is nothing new.  But on the way to the elevator she snapped out of it like the little actor that she is and suddenly perked up..."All done Dr Bowman!"...our little girl is growing up.  I'm sure we will be back at the surgery center at some point and things won't always have a positive outcome, but I'm taking our victory and running with it this time...we'll cross the next bridge when we come to it.

Wednesday was a good day.