Anyway, by the next day (surgery day), the kids were really starting to show signs of cracking. They waited in the waiting room, but when I got sent into the surgery prep room, they had clearly had enough. I sent them back to the hotel to await a phone call from the surgeon after it was done.
That's when Lane got sick. And boy did she get sick! Lots of puking, and crying and being upset.
And lots of sleeping for her for the next few days.

Aww... this picture kills me. I hate it when my kids are sick. And especially when I'm stuck in the hospital and can't do anything about it. Terry spent the next few days pretty much tied to the kids and stuck in the hotel room. It was a good thing that my Dad, brother, sister, brother in law and Chelsea were all there to keep me company at the hospital because the kids couldn't visit. Not with whatever bug Lane picked up. Not safe for heart patients.

Here she is trying to eat some bread. My precious little baby! Terry had to text me photo updates every few hours so that I wouldn't go crazy.
My family kept telling me that she was feeling sick because she was anxious about her mommy and mommy wasn't there. Sympathy pains? A nice thought. But it was most likely that she was licking something in the ball pit at the mall a few days before. Or the fact that she'd been eating nothing but restaurant food for a few days and that can really wreak havoc on a little person's tummy. :(










1 comment:
I was already chuckling over the licking of things in the ball pit when you hit me with the ice bucket being used for puke. Thanks for the warning!
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