A few months ago, I posted about my youngest daughter, Gabriela, and the fact that she needed strabismus surgery again. It wasn't the news that we wanted to hear, especially since her eye only misaligned intermittently, but we understood the risk of loss of vision, if she did not have the surgery.
We arrived for the surgery and Gabriela gets dressed and ready.
"The Doctors-featuring Dr. David Granet" (I tried to embed this video, but the code is hopelessly crap.)
Here is Gabriela Mae, just out of surgery: the calm before the storm.
As she started coming out of the anesthesia, she was inconsolable. She couldn't open her eyes; partially because of the ointment and partially because of the pain of the stitches. She was screaming and crying so hard, which exacerbated her dry throat from the oxygen. She couldn't catch her breath. :( We finally got her calmed down enough to try to open her eyes. (Now, the part that I get emotional over.)
She opened her eyes and looked straight at me, but didn't really "see" me. There wasn't a look of recognition that came over her face. There was fear and confusion. It touched my very core. She finally said, through sobbing heaves, "Mommy, there are two of you." Then, she looked around the room and started to cry heavily again because she couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. My heart hurt.
She was eventually stable enough to let me get her dressed and head home. The ride home was pretty uneventful, as she slept the whole way. I forgot to mention that her eyes are EXTREMELY sensitive to light, now.
When we got home, the disorientation and crying started again. Poor baby.
Gaby-girl finally calmed enough for some Tylenol and an ice-pack, which began a 12 hour cycle of the two. She slept on one couch, Rene slept on the other, and I slept in the chair with the ottoman pulled in front of it I made countless ice packs during the night and arose at every movement she made.
An amazing little thing happened during the night. Our cats, who are typically aloof, *needed* to be near her. They kept jumping on the couch and cozying up with her. (They were, of course, quickly shooed away.)
When she woke, Friday morning, she could open her eyes without excruciating pain. She did, however, still have a fair amount of double vision. She was just not her normal self. She did have a popsicle for breakfast. It is so hard to see her with this flat affect.