The story of heart surgery and daily recovery—the ending...

Hello, my lovely friends! Today I'm going to share the story of my daughter's heart surgery and the past few days of rest... After preparing for the procedure the night before, the nurse told us that we weren't allowed to eat, drink, or consume milk after midnight because we had surgery at 8 am. The next morning, I woke my daughter up early. Throughout the night, the nurses checked on her periodically. My daughter bathed and changed into a blue surgical gown. She complained to me that she was scared... I tried to comfort her, telling her that she just needed to sleep for a while and the doctor would wake her up after the surgery was finished, and that she shouldn't worry. But I was still quite worried because my daughter is relatively underweight. This morning she weighed only a little over 18 kilograms.
At 7:40 a.m., a nurse arrived with a stretcher to take the patient to the operating room. Upon reaching the operating room, we had to go through several procedures and put on green scrubs before taking my daughter into the pre-surgical preparation room. I had just learned that patients need to go into a preparation room before surgery. I went into that room with my daughter. It was very cold inside. There was a lot of medical equipment. As soon as I stepped in, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The doctor and his assistants helped move my daughter to another bed and began preparing the medical equipment and giving her an injection to put her to sleep. At that point, tears streamed down my face as I walked out of the room alone, without looking back at my daughter. After that, the doctor moved her into the operating room. I went down to wait at the restaurant with my husband. It was past 1 p.m. when the nurse called to tell us to pack up our belongings from the patient's room because I had to go home early that night... my daughter needed to stay in the ICU.

I went to see my daughter after she came out of surgery and was admitted to the ICU. I felt so sorry for her. The doctor said the surgery was successful, which was a huge relief. But recovery is the next important thing. My daughter is covered in medical equipment: oxygen tubes, a pulse oximeter, a catheter, a tracheostomy tube in her neck, and blood samples taken from her arm earlier. There are also two tubes in her chest to drain fluid... I understand the medical terminology, but I'm not very good at explaining it. My daughter is drowsy from the anesthesia, but she still has the strength to tell me that it hurts. Oh, my heart aches. I have to go home at 8 PM tonight. My daughter is under the care of the doctors.

The next day, I went to the hospital early in the morning to see my daughter in the ICU. I saw her sitting in a chair watching cartoons that the doctor had put on. When she saw me, her eyes welled up with tears, and she said it hurt. Everything was cluttered with tubes; she couldn't move freely. Around 8:00 PM, the doctor moved us to a shared recovery room with four beds. I was then able to care for my daughter closely. The three tubes in her chest were removed, and the urinary catheter was also taken out. Only the pulse monitor, oxygen tube, and the needle in her neck remained, allowing for periodic medication injections. In the recovery room, the doctor set up the medical equipment to continue monitoring my daughter's heart and pulse. Everything went well until the second day. Early that morning in the recovery room, the attending doctor walked in sternly and spoke loudly, saying that my daughter's lungs were cloudy, meaning there was fluid or moisture, and her condition had worsened. This time, the doctors and nurses were called to my daughter's bedside. The doctor had her do exercises to stretch and use a suction ball to expand her lungs. Two days before, she complained of pain, so I didn't force her. But today, she had to endure a lot during the lung rehabilitation exercises. Otherwise, his lungs would collapse. So, I've been trying to push my son every day.

I forgot to mention, my daughter had to have the moisture drained from her lungs again. This time, I pushed her to do lung exercises and tried to get her to move around a lot. Two days passed with daily X-rays, and today the results of her lungs started to improve, especially the upper part. The doctor checked again the next morning. He said her lungs were getting better, but her diaphragm wasn't functioning well. He said he would remove the tube from her armpit because he suspected it was interfering with her diaphragm function. Every day I took my daughter to move around, blow bubbles, do aerobics with slow, deep breaths, and talked to her a lot. Luckily, she ate very well. There were no problems with any of the tests, and today my daughter was getting better and better. In the late morning, teachers from the hospital's program came to teach the children who were staying here for several days. Some stayed for up to half a month. My daughter spent 12 days in this treatment... and then it was time for us to go home. We'll have another check-up on the 17th of September.

The hospital told us to get the stitches removed at a local health center. Now we have to take good care of her... at least today we don't have to worry about our youngest daughter's daily life anymore.... Thank you to everyone who has followed and supported me. See you again in the next article.... Bye bye!