Kintropy In Action

Four hours after surgery on Monday, Hannah was up on her knees chattering at her ENT “All Done!”

He smiled at her graciously. “Yes, I know Hannah, but you need to stay over night. Keep doing well and you will get to go home tomorrow.”

Hannah frowned “ALL Done!”

He chuckled “I'll see you tomorrow, Hannah” he gave me a nod and walked out the door.

Hannah sat back on the bed and glared at me.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

She raised her hands.

I stood and started maneuvering the recliner the bedside table. I pulled the TV slash nurse call button control box over by where my head would be.

She became insistent “Uuuuuuuu Up!”

“Just a minute Hannah I need to arrange things.”

She fussed and fumed as I got everything in place. Then I pulled down the bed rail while I checked where her IV line was and her Pulse Oximeter cord was. Internally I mused how much easier this was without a ventilator, heart monitor, and a pic line.

I pulled her into a hug and was rewarded with a swift tug on my hair.

I sat her back on my lap with a blanket beneath her and a pillow under my arm. She snuggled in and watched her DVD player.

Twenty minutes later she was complaining. So we called in the nurse. She suggested a Popsicle stick. I moved Hannah back to the bed because she squirming too much to hold onto.

Hannah doesn't eat by mouth yet so this was bound to be interesting.

Mom