My Poor Baby!

About a week before we left for Christmas vacation, I took Molly in to the Doctor for an ear infection and while we were there I had the Doctor look at a bump on her neck. The Doctor said that we would need to see an ENT ( Ear Nose and Throat) Specialist. When we got home from Idaho I took her to what I thought would be a simple visit. After examining the lump the doctor told me that it looked like a thyroglossic cyst and the she would need to have surgery to remove it. My vision narrowed and I felt like throwing up. SURGERY!!? I thought that they would just tell me that it was a cyst and it would go away. Not only was it surgery, but that she would have to be put under and stay in the hospital for 24 hours after....and before all of that, she would need to have a CT scan and be sedated for that! It just kept coming...and I got closer and closer to bawling! We scheduled the scan and I went home and cried the rest of the day. On the day of the scan we went to the hospital at 6:30 am in negative 28 degree weather. That should have been my first clue that I was in for the worst day of my life! The nurse explained to us that she would give Molly the minimum amount of meds and that she would be out in a few minutes, nothing to worry about she does this all the time. After trying a number of times to get the stupid IV into the top of her little hand the vein collapsed. They ended up putting it in her arm, but the poor girl was already traumatized. I kept telling myself that she would be fine and that in just a few minutes she will fall asleep fast....nope- wrong! The nurse gave her the MAX amount of meds that she could for her weight and an HOUR later ( full of very very restless whines and whimpers) she finally gave in. The scan went fine, but when she woke up she was literally a DEVIL child!!!! When I took her home she was still heavily medicated and could not control anything. She was screaming ( and I mean screaming), punching me, pulling my hair, and flailing out of control! I just felt like crying! That went on for 2 hours until she fell asleep. When she woke up she was a little better, but not much. By the end of the day when Brady got home, I was shot and Molly was almost back to normal. She still walked like she was drunk, but she wasn't the devil anymore. We survived...barely! We met with the doctor a couple of days after the scan, and he was able to tell us that the cyst is very large (about the size of a ping pong ball) and that it is pushing on important things. He said that it would be really bad if it were to get infected. Her surgery is scheduled for February 11th, and I am not looking forward to that day for many many reasons! My poor baby! That is all I know for now, but I will keep everyone updated. We would appreciate your prayers!

In this picture you can see the Cyst really well
out the side of her neck.