My Oldest Girl has been home from the hospital since Friday and is practically back to normal. Her scar looks like a cat scratch. Her energy and attitude is exceptional.
Thank you all for the love and support.
At this point I feel like I need to re-examine how I live my life and how I approach the “obstacles” that I face, because frankly I’ve been out shined and outclassed by a little girl.
Due to unparalleled awesomeness, My Oldest Girl is being released from the hospital in about an hour. The original estimate was Tuesday, maybe Monday if things went well. Instead, here we are Friday afternoon — at 72 hours after open heart surgery — and her doctor says, “I don’t see any reason for you to be here at this point.” Actual quote. What a relief.
As a proud geeky Dad, I am now going to start calling her “Wolverine.” Or maybe Deadpool.
Just realized that My Oldest Girl’s surgery team was the same exact team she had for her emergency heart surgery those 11 years ago. Same surgeon, cardiologist, anesthesiologist and even the same patient advocate. So bizarre but true. Guess low turnover is a really good sign, right?
Very Vocal Viking 