Follow Up Appt

The Tuesday following Bailey's surgery we had a follow up appointment with Dr. Siddiqi and Dr. Walker.

Bailey was completely unhappy about going to the hospital again, but we assured her that she wouldn't get any pokes, and she wouldn't get hurt in any way, and the doctors would just look at her.  I feel so bad for her sometimes...

They all said everything looks great, which we knew would be the case, and Dr. Walker wants to see her in 6 weeks, and Dr. Siddiqi (the plastic surgeon who did the Bone graft) wants to see her in 6 months.

Dr. Walker (We still think he's the bee's knees) feels pretty confident this was a one time thing and its all over with for the most part.

It was really nice to have these guys working in the same clinic so we didn't have to go to multiple offices that day and they work together, its just nice.

We tried to go get an image of the bone graft from CT, but the lady in medical imaging was just SUPER rude.  We walked up to the Window and she picked up the phone...I swear she just pretended someone was there...and then she was rude our entire conversation.  She wanted to charge us for the CD, when we weren't charged before.  We'll just have to work our way around that one.  It's too cool of a picture to not have for records to show Bailey when she's older, what it looked/looks like.

Coloring

Doing one of her favorite things. Coloring. On her bed, downstairs. Little girl would color all day. She has crayons, probably in every room of the house, even some in the car. I know it kind of has a glare from the flash, but we bought her a porcelain teaset that has princess stuff on it from ROSS for being a brave girl in the hospital...She LOVES it. :)

Bed Downstairs...

I brought her mattress downstairs, because I thought it would be easier for her to get up and down out of it, and didn't want her hitting her head on the railings and such. She loved it, it was so fun for her. I thought it would also help promote more rest for faster healing. I think it helped with everything overall. She did stay up late watching movies most nites, and that has been a hard habit to break, but I'm gonna blame her Dad for that one. He's the one that would set up the sleep timer on it...

It only was like this about a week, and she's back in her own room now, and has slept thru the nite in her room 2 nites in a row now, which is a record. I'm pleased as punch! haha

Final Wagon Ride.

Final wagon ride to leave...just waiting for Dad to bring the car around :)

She even said a weird thing...that she didn't want to leave. I forgot what we told her she could do if we left, but whatever it was, it worked, and she was okay with going home.

Crazy Hair

Look what having surgery, and having part of your hair shaved does to your cute little hairstyle that you once had...

She's getting ready to go home here, in her new shirt that she bought the Monday before we came in :)

Bubbles!

One of the things that Bailey must do before she leaves the hospital is WALK! Bubbles is the answer to get that going.

So we took her down to a playroom, and got walking. Her Face in the 2nd picture on the top is my favorite. Its absolutely adorable.

She still loves bubbles, and I'm so glad that during her first stay Ashlie came on the day she did with bubbles, so that she would walk...we stuck with the idea this time, and it STILL worked. :)

Eating.

Bai was very particular this trip. I just called it a trip? Crap. I mean stay. By no means was this a trip! Sure, I packed a suitcase for her, but still. Geez.

She didn't want to get dressed at all, she wanted to do things HER way. Which for the most part was fine. She and I spent a lot of time together. We snuggled a lot. It was great. We watched movies together. I am shocked and amazed at how many movies this little one has memorized! Seriously!

Here she is eating her food just in her lap. She didn't want the whole tray in front of her.

She also didn't want to take that funky looking hat off of her head, I finally got it off about 5 minutes before we were discharged. Silly kiddo.