Gypsy Kid makes it home again.

After another round of driving, different grandparents houses, doctor visits, shopping and everything else we finally made it home again. And someone is exhausted...

It has only been ten days or so since our last post but it feels like it has been a month. I (Bryan) never anticipated time going so quickly now that Ada is here. I thought the days might be long and tedious. Instead, I've been amazed by how occupied we have both been by just attending to the simple needs and moods of one little person and enjoying her company. She keeps it interesting by gaining more control of herself everyday, smiling, learning to go from a chortle to a demonesque scream in milliseconds and the nonstop diaper derby. She continues to endure social events and greetings with class and charm. In this photo she is somehow tolerating Uncle Jamie.

Her surgery last week went well. We had a lot of anxiety, not so much about the procedure, but about how she would tolerate the pre-op fasting and subsequent hospital stay. Ada was a tough girl. She obediently took her binky pre-op when she was probably starving and survived all the initial check-in stuff. She was under anesthesia during the extraction so we all had a break for about two hours. Post-surgery she was immediately taken out of the anesthesia, but they had warned us it may still take several hours for her to re-orient herself and start eating and pooping normally. But, we didn't have to wait long before the nurses actually came and got Stacy out of the waiting area to feed Ada because she was so hungry and wouldn't take their sugar bottle. She then barraged us with a near constant cycle of feeding and diapers with the tortuous finale of a overnight sleep-strike. We were pretty glad to leave the next morning. Her recovery has gone fine. We give her eye-drops four times a day (dilator+anti-inflammatory+anti-biotics) but no bandaids or patching yet. Any sign of redness and the traces of her incision can no longer be seen. We feel like she is already doing better based on how her gaze and focus have improved. Here are a few battle photos.

Dad getting her ready. Her little gown was pretty cute.

Hangin' tough in post-op.

Chillin' with mom in our 5-star suite (it was a room about 10x12 with sliding glass doors - more like a closet - but the same price as a suite)

Grandpa and robobaby. At one time she was connected to six different monitors. It sure made things fun when she would get upset and set off an alarm and then become even more agitated by the alarm. Luckily, the nurses station was about twenty feet away so it only took five minutes for them to come and fix the monitors.

She has since been back to our pediatrician, cousin Dr. Sarah Connors Petersen, for her two-week check (which was fine - she's is at roughly 50% for height/weight/head) and for her first post-operative check, which was also fine. She has hopefully had the last heel-stick blood collection in her life. We go back to Salt Lake next week for a contact lens fitting and final post-op check. Then the therapy begins...

Overall, it has been a good week. We were able to come home, I have been back to work a little bit, the garden is surviving our absences and the summer thunderstorms have begun! Who's excited?!