June had never been a good sleeper. From practically day one it was a struggle to get her to sleep. For her third year of life she developed night terrors, she'd be scared of things before falling to sleep, and as she thought about it she'd work herself up into a frenzy. I would get so tired after night after night of her crying out 6 and 7 times that I'd start barking at her to just go to sleep. While once in a while calming a scared child to bed after a nightmare is a sweet and endearing thing, when it becomes the norm it is hard to handle. We weren't sure if we were being manipulated or not. We weren't sure what the cause of it was. We did not know how to handle it and we were all exhausted. Was it night terrors? Was this how it was always going to be for June?
|June, in the pre-op room.|
That did it. After a few nights of being scared that she would stop breathing in her sleep (though not really thinking she would, but still being scared it could happen) we scheduled the surgery. Luckily we were able to get her in fairly quickly.
|Hamming it up, just after being given medication.|
|After the surgery.|
|She did not feel so hot at first, and coming out of anesthesia was a screaming nightmare.|
|Watching a video in the children's unit.|
Another thing I have noticed is that she doesn't seem to have to chew her food endlessly now the way she used to. She is more chipper and is less cranky when she misses her nap, though perhaps she is just growing out of those. She no longer wakes in the night. She no longer cries out afraid. She has told me many times after I tuck her in that, "Mommy, you can go downstairs. I'm not scared anymore."