Most everyone knows all the drama I’ve been through with my heart. When we found out I was pregnant, one of my first concerns (besides her possibly getting my crappy ears, sorry daddy!) was could she get my heart problems, too. Apparently, there’s a 5% chance of heart problems in every pregnancy. Due to my history, that jumped the statistic to 20%. Well that just sucks. (pardon my French!)
Well, then despite all Johnny’s and my karma (or because of, depending on your glass half full/half empty mentality) we were so undeniably blessed with this spectacularly happy baby: Bailey. She’s slept through the night since she was about 2 months old. Didn’t rarely fuss and is so happy. Yet, in the back of my mind, I still worried that maybe she sleeps so much because it IS her heart.
One of the first thing my best friend’s mother said after she heard about my heart, “well that explains why Kelli was always the first one out at a slumber party.” Oy!
Plus, Bailey doesn’t have to play long before she’s flushed in the cheeks, just like me. Worry. Worry. And worry some more.
Yet, everyone’s words of comfort were simply “it sounds fine.” They’d ignore my pleas of, “so did I until I died on the floor of Target.” Thank God for Karen being the pushy sister she is, or I wouldn’t be here typing this…but that’s another long story…
Anyway, to help me sleep (and him too, I think, even though he’ll never admit that!) Johnny agreed to take Bailey to a pediatric cardiologist. He did an EKG and said all was good, but we could do an echo to be sure. Bailey, of course, wouldn’t lay still for that, so they’d have to sedate her. Ugh! Another parental nightmare.
Well, today was that day. It was a long wait. They put numbing cream on her hands and feet “in case” they had to put an IV in. More ugh. Then, they finally came in and gave her some medicine to put her to sleep. Since she was already ready for her nap, I thought it wouldn’t be too bad. I was wrong. She cried and screamed and flopped around not understanding what was going on until she finally passed out, literally. It was INCREDIBLY hard to watch her laying there knowing I couldn’t wake her up if I wanted to.
But, the good news is the echo was good. Her heart looked perfectly normal. Most importantly, all arteries were in their rightful places. Yay!
When she finally came to, she was like a little drunk monkey. She couldn’t walk and flopped about like a puppet who’s strings had been cut.
That lasted well after we got her home. Got her fed and put to bed. And now I’m off to hopefully peaceful dreams…
Maybe it really is just that she likes sleep! 😉
Good night, world!