Reconstruction

I’ve been nursing my little patient this week and thus have gotten nothing else done. All has gone by the wayside as I make healthful meals, and banana bread and allow Olivia to eat as many popsicles as she wants. When the ice maker part of our fridge stopped making ice (why do these thing happen just when you need buckets full of the stuff?), I went online and discovered that “Vacuum Compressor” actually means that you are supposed to vacuum the compressor. I have lived here for four years now and never knew that I was supposed to vacuum the compressor of my danged frige every 3-6 months!

ACL reconstruction is nasty business. A muscle graft taken from her hamstring is used to build a new ACL and is crudely hammered into her leg bones and secured with a metal bolt. And the surgeon does like 8 of these a WEEK! Common in girl soccer players aged 14-17. I guess I should be comforted my the fact that he does so many.

The surgery went well, though its disconcerting to see your child be wheeled off towards an O.R. I spent a sleepless night before worrying about all the things that could go wrong. Funny how we do that. I tried not to get all morbid, but voluntarily putting your child in danger (or what feels like danger) goes against all instincts. I found myself asking Arron to look after her, like he was some sort of God. I felt silly doing it, but there you are. You do funny things when you are a mother.

I have gotten a first-hand look at the effects of Oxycodone. Frankly, I have no idea how any of those Hollywood types would be able to take one and function normally. Olivia can barely keep her eyes open after taking one. I have to say though, she is an extremely cheerful patient overall. I have been getting a crash course in shows like “The City,” “The Hills,” and “Real Housewives of..” The world viewed from these vantage points is slightly frightening. Are people truly that mean to each other?

Glad its over now. Its nice to be on the recovering end of it all. Now she has the hard work of physical therapy ahead, and although she is frustrated, she is already off the crutches and able to put weight on it with the brace holding everything in place. Keeping her down so she doesn’t re-injure herself while she is healing will be the more difficult problem, but one I am happy to handle.

5 Comments

  1. Melissa (Betty and Boo's Mommy) October 10, 2009 at 5:27 pm

    Glad you're all on the recovering end of things! And you don't sound silly at all asking Arron to watch over Olivia. Shortly after my dad died (when I was 15), I had surgery and was looking forward to it in a weird way because I was hoping to "see" him while under anesthesia.

    Best wishes for a full and complete recovery to Olivia!

  2. annie October 10, 2009 at 9:03 pm

    Glad everything went well. I don't think it's silly at all to ask husband's in the beyond to do a bit of fatherly stuff now and again. I have done that myself.

  3. Maggie May October 12, 2009 at 12:54 am

    I am so glad it's over and she is doing well. Surgery of any kind for our kids is so incredibly stressful.

  4. Baby Sweetness October 12, 2009 at 9:48 am

    You're supposed to do what to your refridgerator? Can there not be ONE appliance that just "works" as it's supposed to without my help…? (and now I remembered I'm overdue for an oil change!).

    Glad you both made it through the surgery!

  5. Abigail October 12, 2009 at 9:35 pm

    UPDATE: She had her post-op appointment today and the Dr. was amazed that she was no longer using crutches and could bend her knee almost 90 degrees. She even went to school after the PT appointment. 6 days post op! Clearly the hard part in all of this will be holding her back. I guess this is a common problem with the younger patients. They don't know the meaning of slow and steady…

    Back to being a taxi.

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