Logan's eye surgery

After 2 ½ years of cleaning eye boogers and gunk out of a very uncooperative toddler’s eye…it is finally fixed. Ronny and I bit the bullet and made the decision to do the surgery. Honestly, the only thing holding us back was the fact that they were going to have to put our only precious angel under anesthesia and that, in and of itself, was enough to put it off for this long. I would rather have the eye to clean every day, than regret that I made a bad decision for vanity or convenience. But, all is well and I am glad we did it. If Finley has so much as one eye booger, we are going to start discussing the options immediately. Now that I know how to “fix” it through massage, you better believe that poor thing is going to be looking at the tip of my fingertip for the first few months of her life.

I wouldn’t say that Logan was completely excited about the whole experience. When we took her in the room the first thing we tried to do was weigh her on the scale and she was having none of that. If this was a sign of things to come, we were in trouble. Going by my estimate of 38 to 40 pounds rather than an actual weight added to my nervousness about the anesthesia. Next, they wanted us to put a gown on her and they said the “goofy juice” they gave her was supposed to relax her so she would go back with them no problem. Well, apparently they should have given her double the dose because she would not sit down on the gurney to go with the nurse. The nurse tried holding her, but said she was too heavy and had to call in reinforcements. When she came back with the Mexican Shrek I knew it wasn’t going to be good….and it wasn’t. She screamed, “no, no no, stop it!!!” the entire way into the operating room while looking at us to save her from these horrible people.

To add to my frustration about the whole experience the absolute spaz who checked us in lost my brand new driver’s license and my insurance card and then insisted that she gave it back to me. After cleaning out my entire Mary Poppins bag to be sure before I went ballistic, I asked her to double check. She told me three times that she gave it back. I was livid. I could not believe that my daughter was having eye surgery and THIS is what I had to worry about. When we were called in to the back, everything was fine and Logan was coming to. She was NOT happy and was screaming to take the I.V. out of her hand. They had to give her Demerol to calm her down. I had to lay down on the bed and hold her and she wanted that gown off and her clothes back on and she wanted to LEAVE. I don’t blame her. On the way out…last ditch effort, I told the nurse that the idiot at the front desk lost my license. When we were driving home, she called and said they found it on the OTHER copy machine. I don’t know how you can not remember something like that from 1 minute to the next, but now at least my purse was clean.

Logan’s eye was awesome and she never had any more eye boogers or eye gunk. What a relief! She just couldn’t get in the water for 2 weeks, which put a damper on our Lake LBJ trip scheduled for that afternoon. Oh, and as for the eye drops and nasal spray we had to administer 3 times a day for the next week…that requires another post all by itself. Let’s just say, it would have probably been easier to floss a stray cat’s teeth.