We waited for a while to meet the team that would be taking care of Addison. The nurse checked her I.D. bracelets and noticed that her blood I.D had the incorrect number on it. We had just had my Dad drive 20 mins to bring us that very bracelet because we had accidentally left it in my other diaper bag, and we didn't want them to have to redraw blood. Well it turned out since it was done incorrectly they would have to draw blood again anyways. So I woke my poor parents up for nothing.
We finally met the surgeon after all the others were already taken back for their surgeries. By this time it was 8:40 AM, already 40 mins past when the surgery should of been started. They told us about all the possible things that could happen, the worst one was the possibility of her being paralyzed from the heart down. I really wish they wouldn't have done that. It was just more for me to worry about.
They took her from us at the "goodbye area", I held my composure but then cried as we walked away. I knew it was for the best that she get this surgery but it was so hard to let her.
They came in and updated us a few times, just to keep us calm I think. She was doing "fine", they finished in three and a half hours. She did amazingly, of course... since she is amazing!! They had taken care of both places of the aorta that were thinning. Such a huge relief, they hadn't thought they were going to fix the less severe one yet.
So today I breathe a little easier. Addison is recovering better than expected. She has been sleeping pretty peacefully with little to sometimes no pain medication, which has shocked the nurses. She is our sweet little fighter...