Just because I like to be dramatic

(My sweet baby before surgery-she had no idea what was coming, but you can really see the little lump in her nose.)

Early Monday morning we took Emery to the hospital for surgery to remove the little dermoid cyst in her nose. All went well and she is doing great. She has been her usual smiley self and acts like nothing happened. We did however not get the news we were hoping for. When we first found out about the dermoid, the doctor had told us that because it was so small and was hard to see on the MRI, that when he did surgery he may find more to it. He removed the cyst and there was a stalk attached to it, which is why she had a little dimple in her nose that would sometimes drain. But he said there is something more underneath her nasal bone. He didn't remove that because that would require much more extensive surgery and for now it is not any kind of a problem. He just wants her to have another MRI in 6 months to a year. Not really what we wanted to hear, but for now we won't worry about it. But she is truly the best baby and has not been bothered by any of it.

Now I am another story. The morning of the surgery, we had been up a lot of the night. Emery was of course, hungry, but couldn't eat and therefore didn't sleep great. We had to be there really early, I hadn't really eaten anything, and we had gotten the news from the doctor, so I wasn't really at the top of my game. When they came to get us to go back with Emery, I had prepared myself for what she would look like, but apparently not enough. She was still loopy, uncomfortable, and she was a little bloodier than I expected. I picked her up to nurse her and started to feel really nausiated. I looked at Corey and told him I didn't feel good so he could take the baby. The next think I remember is coming to on the floor. There was a sea of faces around me calling my name, an oxygen mask on my face, feeling so cold, and my chest was on fire. When I went down they couldn't find my pulse and had started chest compressions. ( I am still suffering from those, I felt like my chest had been run over by a semi). I was crying out, but was really struggling to grasp what happened. I can't even explain how weird it was. I was aware of my surroundings, but I was so weak I just couldn't even move. I was taken to the critical care emergency room. I slowly began to feel better, but of course, I was kept there all day. I had blood tests, urine tests, a chest x-ray, a cat scan, MRI, and an ultrasound of my heart. Thank goodness everything came back normal. The doctors believe it was a type of fainting episode where all your vital signs become almost undetectable. It was an extremely long day. And this whole time poor Emery had been left in the care of the day-surgery nurses. (Which they don't have enough practice with babies because when Corey brought her to me they had put her diaper and onesie on backwards, it was quite amusing). I had to stay in the hospital overnight and amost all of today so I could be on a heart monitor. I am so relieved that nothing was seriously wrong and I am so glad to be home. Yet at the same time the whole thing is quite humiliating and exhausting. Corey has told me that I am no longer allowed in the hospital and right now I am just fine with that.

On a lighter note, we did get some cute pictures of the kids in their Christmas clothes on Sunday.