My brave little baby

Chiara came through her minor surgery with flying colors. She approached it with curiosity rather than fear, which is more than I can say for her mother. Within minutes of coming out of general anesthesia, she was sitting up, eating a red, white and blue rocket pop, and talking a mile a minute. Every nurse who walked by marveled at her and said she was their best patient and a "tough" little girl. Even when they took out the IV and blood was coming out of her hand fast and furious, she sat there stoically and took it all in. I was so proud of her, and so relieved when it was all over and she was home and running around and acting like nothing unusual had happened. Really, if she wasn't wearing a giant bandage on the side of her head (see photo above), you'd never know she had surgery. She didn't require any Tylenol. In fact, we didn't even fill the prescription for Tylenol with codeine because she seemed completely unfazed by the whole experience. She napped as usual, slept through the night, and bounded off to preschool this morning, anxious to show her friends the bandage she was sporting. She reported back later that everyone loved her bandage.

Here she is with one of her post-surgery prizes: