First surgery--done

A few before shots:

"She did wonderfully" was just the news I wanted to hear after waiting all morning while Elsie was in surgery.  They took her back about 8am.  At 12:30 or so I got the call that surgery was done.  But then I didn't get to see her until about 2pm.  That last wait was a hard one.  Here's what she looked like:

Now we're in her room and she's all wired up.  These grids in her head are a whole different ball game than the EEG monitoring of the last two hospital stays.  Lots more wires = lots more weight.  

She can't move around much.  She doesn't want to right now. But when she wants to she won't be able to because it'll pull and hurt.  That backpack alone is half her body weight; I have no idea how much that ponytail weighs.  We need her to have seizures fast so we can get these out of her head! 

Today she's been in and out of sleep and crying and whining and whimpering when she's awake.  So hard for me to hear.  I say, "Mommy's here.  It's okay."  But really, what I really mean is "I hope it will eventually become okay, but right now I know it's awful!"  She's in pain that they're controlling, but we're told it'll get worse before it gets better.  Tomorrow is the worst apparently.  So please pray I get some sleep tonight.  

Thanks, friends!