Last summer when Tessa had surgery on her arm, she had a tough few days. She didn't react well to either the anesthesia or medication or both and she spent a fun filled 36 hours throwing up and just sick. It was hard for her and, frankly, for me as well, since there wasn't anything I could do but hold her hair and keep her stocked with towels.
Yesterday she needed to have a few cavities filled so we went with something called conscious sedation, where she drank a medication to relax her so she could get the required work done with little fuss. She did great during the procedure - she didn't cry or fuss much, even though it took a while. But once again she came home acting like she had just come off a bender. She literally threw up every hour or so. She could tolerate small sips of water and that's about it. She went to bed at 7 pm and was restless throughout the night, finally throwing up for the last time about 4:30 am. It's kind of pitiful but a lesson to me that Tessa really can't handle that kind of medication well. William had the exact same thing done a few years ago and, other than feeling a little woozy until lunch, was fine. Not Tessa.
She's definitely perking up today. She has eaten a popsicle and some toast and is ordering me around like a pro. I'm hopeful that she'll be back to school tomorrow - how sad is it that she will miss two days of school for a few cavities? Let's just hope she follows my advice and avoids drinking when she is older - something tells me she won't react well at all.
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