APRIL 28th, 2010
At 4:25PM Dr. Harding came into the waiting room and let us know everything went great— as good as it could possibly go. He mentioned it took longer because she is too skinny and, because of this, it's more difficult extracting the tissue. The girl needs more bratwurst! I pressed and asked him on a scale of 1-10, what's the grade? He said he'd give it a 9 and followed that he's a perfectionist and probably will never achieve a 10. I believe him. Dr. Mosharrafa followed about an hour an a half latter and pretty much said the same thing...all went smoothly. Incidentally, his score was a 10/10! Perfect.
The St. Joe's recovery room was a cross between some episode of ER & MASH, meets Taxi. Lots of beeping, moaning and shouting...mixed with a few of Phoenix's finest deputies joking around while one of their suspects was recuperating two spots down from k. Diane joked that when he woke up, his room wasn't going to be nearly as nice as Kiki's. (We spent around 3 hours here while we waited for our room, but sadly, no Bret Michaels sighting).
Phew...after all that, she's doing great. Her vitals are awesome but she's definitely zonked. Per her request via a red button, she's getting pain meds administered every few hours. If all goes well, we'll have her home and resting by tomorrow night. Thanks again for all the love and support. After today, I'd say we're on the 50yard line, with a heckof a long way to go— but we'll get there. By the way, right before she went to sleep I got her to smile...as you know, she's beautiful, inside and out!