Just when one doctor shakes your faith in the profession, another will remind you why you put your trust in doctors.
But on Friday, something different happened. Using a combination of a nose spray and laughing gas, we put F to sleep and the mickey got changed.
I could talk about how her blood pressure dropped so low that we couldn’t wake her for 2 hours.
I could talk about how her heart rate dropped to 50 bpm and we had to place an IV to get her salt up.
I could describe how exhausted and worn out she looked as she stepped into the car.
But today is not that day.
Today is a day of gratitude. I’m grateful that the mickey button finally got changed after 6 months, 4 months after it was due.
I’m grateful that the doctor was kind, thoughtful and treated her like a person.
I’m grateful that they saw her flip from sweet angel to angry terrified monster when she woke and saw the IV in her arm (so now they have seen for themselves why the gas is necessary).
I’m grateful that J took her to this appointment instead of me. After my appointment on Thursday with a really stupid doctor, I couldn’t face it.
But most of all, I am grateful that F has finally had a mickey change experience that was not traumatic, frightening or painful.
I’m not sure how long we will need to keep using the laughing gas and the spray, but knowing a timeline doesn’t actually help. What I do know is this: finally we have found a way to make a very necessary procedure easier for F. We are not adding to the trauma any more, we are gently and ever so slowly, showing her that it doesn’t need to hurt. She doesn’t need to be afraid. Not of this.