Tomorrow Sadie will get scoped again to check for fungus in her esophagus. The procedure got moved up a week because the awesome new doctor is, well, awesome and made it happen. But, unfortunately for me, I can’t go with her because I have a meeting at the same exact time which has been a month in the making and can’t be moved. But her daddy will be with her. She will be sedated (twenty twenty twenty four hours ago-oh-oh I wanna be sedated) which didn’t happen the first time around. According to her new doctor, the fact that she wasn’t sedated was…um…to put it delicately, barbaric. WTF?
Last time we did this my husband couldn’t go with me to the surgery center so I brought the next best thing: my friend Diana. Of course, with the two of us sitting there with little Sadie in her carrier between us, we were clearly mistaken for “co-parents – AKA life partners” I found it highly amusing that the nurses spoke directly to both of us at all times in order to remain politically correct.
The endoscopy itself was thankfully quick and my life partner and I were brought back into the OR and to collect her ten minutes later where she lay, dry eyed, in the arms of a nurse sucking a pacifier. That won’t be happening this time. Sadie wants nothing to do with pacifiers. They may as well be made of chicken liver the way she spits them out of her mouth.
I’m hoping we find yeast again just so we don’t have to do an upper GI study and/or more tests. Can’t I just put the girl on Monistat and call it a day?