This morning.

Well, it's done. Phew. She really is quite a champ. She laid down on that operating table smiling and calm. And the surgeon and anesthesiologist, were quite simply, the best. They radiated soothingness (word? probably not.), the surgeon rubbing her tummy while the anesthesiologist laid his cheek against the top of her head and whispered sweet things to her. The only one with tears was me.

Afterwards, a bit of a different story. A girlie possessed. She was a little, heh- ALOT, angry waking up. Just so the world knows SHE HATES JELLO!!!! I think only half the town heard that declaration yesterday. The drugs play a part in this so I wasn't alarmed. Apparently the drugs also play a part in vomiting, which she did every time she ate. But in typical fashion she would beg for a little something else to eat/drink not five minutes later.

Today, she's back to her regular old self except for the ointment and eyedrops she needs. Which are stressing her out to no end. The doctor checked her out this afternoon and pronounced her perfect. So for now, eyesight worries are abated and my stomach can unknot itself.