We breed tough kids, so when Lily woke up in the middle of the night whimpering about her tummy hurting I brought her into our room to sleep. She continued to cry about it hurting so I broke out my athletic training skills and tested McBurney's Point, sure enough it was there where she was having pain...I thought it was likely it was her appendix.
Shannon called his parents and his dad came to stay with RJ. We arrived in the ER and were met by some wonderful hospital staff that took tests that confirmed it was Sweet Lily's appendix. Since it was around midnight when we got there we had a long night ahead of us. Around 4 in the morning we were told that she would have surgery around 6 AM and that it would take about an hour and a half.
Thankfully during our wait Lily was able to rest while in the ER and then in a private room once they had one ready for us. Surgery went ahead as planned and upon completion the surgeon confirmed that it was her appendix (they can never be 100% sure until they get in there) and that it had in fact burst. He said that they cleaned up the infection that was there and that she should be good to go.
Shannon and I were both able to sit with Lily while she was in recovery, we had to take turns, but it was good to see that sweet little face. She slept for such a long time that first day out and when she would wake up she would only speak to us in a whisper. I would say, "Lily, how are you feeling?" and she would reply very quietly with, "Not good." It was so sweet yet so out of character for her.
Lily began to perk up a bit at the end of our second full day in the hospital and was finally smiling a bit and talking more. She wanted nothing to do with the lollipop that was offered to her by a nurse and only wanted water, apple juice, and gatorade. It was a blessing that is all she wanted since she could not have anything other than clear liquids anyway.
By the third day there all she wanted was a sandwich...and I could not give it to her. Lily did not want ice cream, she did not want Jell-o, and she did not want pudding. I finally just whispered to her that it was our secret and she could have a few bites of my sandwich. We pinky swore and she was a happy little girl.
By our 4th day in the hospital Lily was feeling much better. The doctor came in to check in on her and said that we could leave later that evening once she had at least part of a meal. Talk about excitement, for me, Lily did not want to leave the doctor's house. I think she was quite comfortable being the center of attention. While we were there she received a few gifts from our family and friends and the auxiliary group that volunteers at the hospital gave her a stuffed kitten, a stuffed lamb, and a fleece blanket. Needless to say she made out well.
Shannon and RJ came to the hospital and picked us up and we were able to make it home in time to watch the first games of the Elite 8 and watch Syracuse beat IU, while blissfully drinking a beer. I did not make it through the entire game since I was so worn out, but at least I got to sleep in my own bed.
Shannon called his parents and his dad came to stay with RJ. We arrived in the ER and were met by some wonderful hospital staff that took tests that confirmed it was Sweet Lily's appendix. Since it was around midnight when we got there we had a long night ahead of us. Around 4 in the morning we were told that she would have surgery around 6 AM and that it would take about an hour and a half.
Thankfully during our wait Lily was able to rest while in the ER and then in a private room once they had one ready for us. Surgery went ahead as planned and upon completion the surgeon confirmed that it was her appendix (they can never be 100% sure until they get in there) and that it had in fact burst. He said that they cleaned up the infection that was there and that she should be good to go.
Shannon and I were both able to sit with Lily while she was in recovery, we had to take turns, but it was good to see that sweet little face. She slept for such a long time that first day out and when she would wake up she would only speak to us in a whisper. I would say, "Lily, how are you feeling?" and she would reply very quietly with, "Not good." It was so sweet yet so out of character for her.
Lily began to perk up a bit at the end of our second full day in the hospital and was finally smiling a bit and talking more. She wanted nothing to do with the lollipop that was offered to her by a nurse and only wanted water, apple juice, and gatorade. It was a blessing that is all she wanted since she could not have anything other than clear liquids anyway.
By the third day there all she wanted was a sandwich...and I could not give it to her. Lily did not want ice cream, she did not want Jell-o, and she did not want pudding. I finally just whispered to her that it was our secret and she could have a few bites of my sandwich. We pinky swore and she was a happy little girl.
By our 4th day in the hospital Lily was feeling much better. The doctor came in to check in on her and said that we could leave later that evening once she had at least part of a meal. Talk about excitement, for me, Lily did not want to leave the doctor's house. I think she was quite comfortable being the center of attention. While we were there she received a few gifts from our family and friends and the auxiliary group that volunteers at the hospital gave her a stuffed kitten, a stuffed lamb, and a fleece blanket. Needless to say she made out well.
Shannon and RJ came to the hospital and picked us up and we were able to make it home in time to watch the first games of the Elite 8 and watch Syracuse beat IU, while blissfully drinking a beer. I did not make it through the entire game since I was so worn out, but at least I got to sleep in my own bed.
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