Monday morning came around and before I knew it we were walking the corridor once more. The same corridor we have walked down four times previously. This time I was saying goodbye to Erin for a few more hours. The reality hit home as we entered theatre and Erin screamed and told her anaesthetist that she would not be going sleep. She clamped her chubby little hand over her mouth to resist the gas that would put her to sleep once more. She knew what was coming and it broke my already splintered heart yet again.
Three long hours later I took my little girl from the nurse in recovery, yet again she was bound in purple from tummy to toes. The resignation in her eyes was nearly more than I could bear. She has already been through so much, more than a two year old should have been.
This time the pain of a salters osteotomy is clear to see and hear. Erin is in pain, her eyes show this, as she fixes in the distance.
Day one passes in a fitful doze for Erin. Life isn’t so peaceful for mummy who is now sharing a ward. I have no bed, just a reclining chair which launches me across the ward every time I move. I have no blanket.
Day two began positively, Erin’s pain was under control and I was hopeful that we would be making a quick escape and be home sooner than planned. However it began to change. Erin’s temperature spiked and It became clear that something was changing.
Day two night time. A bad fitful night, temperature and body spasms took hold of my little girl. It was upsetting to see and I felt quite helpless.
Day three, with a very high temperature I could see our early get away slipping through my fingers. Then the vomiting started resulting in me swearing a bit too loudly for a childrens ward. As a spica mum we are quite paranoid and competitive about keeping our casts clean. I had visions of leaving with mine stinking on day three! Pead doctors were called but long before they arrived I diagnosed the problem myself. Erin’s ear has perforated for the 3rd time in nine weeks. This is the likely cause of infection and the reason for the temperatures.
So here we are for our third night, Erin in bed and me on a chair, wineless! Living the high life with my girl.