So the girls had their surgeries this morning. They were both given a sedative prior to going back and being put under. They were very humorous before the surgery - silly and sleepy - they rode in red flyer wagons back to the surgical area - waving at everyone like they were in a parade. Chris and I were in the waiting room for about, oh, uh, 4 minutes when we were called back to recovery for Casey. She was weepy. Then she was sobbing. Then she was bawling, hysterical and wailing...."Why? Why did this happen to me? My lip! My lip!" and then she would stop and look around and go, "Why are we here?" sniffling. "Well, Case, remember, you had your surgery." And then it would start all over again. "I want my old lip back!!!" This happened probably 8 or 9 times.
Then Chan was wheeled in and she was fantastic. We only had to tell her 3 or 4 times what had happened and she didn't cry at all. Their beds were next to each other and Chan kept asking why sister was crying. Then she would say to Casey... "Just hold my hand, sissy. Hold my hand." So sweet - their arms through the railings hold hands. It reminded me of when they were born and in the NICU together - Chan would suck on Casey's nose and Casey would suck on Chan's chin.
They were STARVING by the time we got home. So far today, Chan has had 12 scoops of ice cream, and Casey has had 8 scoops of ice cream and 3 containers of yogurt. They are all set up in our bed, in their doll matching American Girl jammies, watching Disney. We put the baby monitor in there so that they can just talk to us through that when they need something. It goes something like this "Mom? Dad? I'd like some more ice cream please. Thank you." or "Mom? Dad? How are you doing down there?" Amusing and Chris says that it is much better than a bell. :)
I'm sure I'll post another update later today!