It was time for surgery – time to get the “yucky” (Lizzy’s name for it) out of our little girl’s belly.
The whirlwind we had experienced in just the span of five days was dizzying – watching Lizzy and her 5 yr old sister be the most precious flower girls in the world on Sunday, going hiking up majestic mountains on Monday only to have Lizzy become ill and not be able to participate, deciding to go to an urgent care on Tuesday just to make sure Lizzy didn’t have appendicitis and ending the day by having her admitted to the hospital, spending Thanksgiving Day 1,000 miles from home in a hospital, to now today – Friday – surgery day. It all seems so surreal.
We still were trying to make sense of it all when the nurse came in and said it was time to take Lizzy to pre-op. Lizzy wanted mommy to ride in the bed with her, so Lori eagerly obliged while big sis and I followed along.
(Lori, Lizzy and Teddy Weddy getting ready for the ride to pre-op)
(Big sis following along to pre-op)
(Lori praying over Lizzy the entire ride to pre-op)
While in pre-op, the anesthesiologist came in and explained his role and what all would happen to Lizzy during the procedure. Turns out the anesthesiologist worked for several years at the Univerity of Kentucky hospital – small world and a Big God who kept giving us little nuggets of assurance like this one! The anesthesiologist gave Lizzy some Versed and said it would relax her prior to going into surgery. It did relax her, but it didn’t make her go to sleep.
It was finally time to take Lizzy to surgery. Lori had to get out of the bed, and Lizzy immediately began crying. As we both tried to calm and reassure her, she held out her arm, sobbing, wanting us to hold her hand. As the nurses started moving the bed to the doorway, Lizzy cried even more, still holding out her arm for one of us to grab. We had to let go as they wheeled her down the hall, listening to her cry and seeing her arm sticking out of the side of the bed, desperately wanting one of us to grab it. It was one of the worst moments of my entire life. Lizzy disappeared down the hallway, and Lori and I turned to each other, hugged and both of us just starting sobbing uncontrollably. I hope we never ever ever have to experience that again. It was awful.
The surgery took about 5 hours. The surgeon, Dr. Bruny, came out and met with us after it was over. She said everything went well, she was able to remove both tumors and the kidney, and there really weren’t any surprises. We are so grateful for the skilled hands of Dr. Bruny. She specializes in kidney tumor removal and knowing she would be Lizzy’s surgeon was one of the main reasons why we decided to stay in Colorado. Oh by the way, did I mention that Dr. Bruny’s parents live in Kentucky? Yep, that was another nugget of assurance from God!
(Post-op for Lizzy and Teddy Weddy)
We finally were able to get to recovery and see our little girl. She is so beautiful! She had tubes and monitors hooked up to her, but the “yucky” was gone and we had made it through surgery. What a relief. If only that were the end of the story.