We got home around noon, had lunch, and all took naps (except for Thomas who doesn't nap...ever). She is doing well, no pins, but a 3/4 plaster splint/cast wrapped in gauze, wrapped in an ace bandage, wrapped in surgical tape.
We had a fight going under the gas - fortunately, she only hurt me, not any of the nurses (I was draped over her legs, holding her hands and talking to her...it took 2 nurses holding her head still for her to get the gas). The first time she had to have gas, she managed to kick a nurse practically across the room, so the other times (broken nose and nor arm) I go in and hold her to protect the nurses since they haven't done anything to deserve getting hurt by her. Had to fight with the anesthesiologist (not one that we've seen before) and basically said if he didn't let me go back, we'd wait for the other anesthesiologist who knows us (he also was there for Ken's shoulder surgery) and who let me go back with her.
She fought coming out of the gas as well - screaming at Ken and demanding to be allowed to go home, then crying that it hurt too much and the doctors and nurses were mean bone breakers who had hurt her. We tag teamed and she tried the same with me. I reminded her that SHE broke her own arm..not once, but twice...and that all the doctor did was put it back the way it belonged. She kept demanding to be allowed to leave and I kept reminding her that we needed to wait until her pain level was done, pulse ox was normal, temp was normal....she got sucked into watching scooby doo on the little tv each area has. Got her to take some juice, tylenol 3, graham crackers, and a few bites of an ice pop.
She kept falling back to sleep and I told her she needed to wake up if she wanted to go home and the nurse actually had the audacity to tell me to let her rest - I pointed out we had been there since 8am, she had no right to yell at us as if WE broke her arm, and having been at this particular rodeo several times before, I know how they operate. I will say this was the WORST nurse we have ever had to deal with at outpatient surgery/recovery...obnoxious, rude, ignored us when we had questions (like when Bek said her arm felt hot...warning bells for mom until they explained it was part of the drying process for the plaster). I honestly think this was the same nurse that made the snarky comments when Ken had his shoulder surgery and I helped him get his socks and shoes on...whatever....
So, Bek started waking up a bit, I was able to get her dressed (found some loose tops for her since she has a HUGE right arm now), and we chatted a bit. Took forever for the nurse to get the release papers to us and she basically ordered me to leave my daughter and go get the car....Ken went back to recovery when I got the car..no way was I leaving a 7yo to the tender mercies of Nurse Ratched!
So...Bek and Tom are watching tv right now, dinner is cooking, we are all kind of tired. Not sure how we are going to get her set up for bed tonight...when she napped with me, we had a pillow under her head and one on either side of her to keep her from rolling....but those were Ken's pillows...need to see if we have any more extra pillows hidden around here....
Night all...going offline at least until tomorrow night once I've gotten caught up on my sleep