Lucy’s surgery to remove her bladder stones was yesterday morning, and though she’s still looking a bit peaky, she seems fine enough. She hasn’t eaten in more than 36 hours, but she is drinking, so I’m not too worried about that. Probably the worst part is the “cone of shame” … I take it off sometimes to give her a break, but as soon as she looks like she’s even thinking about licking her incision it goes back on.

When Olof picked her up yesterday after work, the vet gave him a little bag with the largest stones inside. The two big ones, which took up most of the space in her bladder on the x-ray image I saw, each measure about an inch-and-a-half (~4 centimeters) across. Egad. Apparently there were quite a lot of smaller stones as well, and those they saved to send off to the lab for analysis. We should hear back in a couple of days what kind of stones, exactly, they are and whether she needs any medication in addition to the new, special diet she’s on for life.

Continuing with the theme of doctors and medical conditions, we had a bit more excitement last night not long before we’d planned to go to bed. Lydia had said that she was going to run over to the schoolyard to talk briefly with a friend who was there. Maybe ten minutes after she left, the doorbell rang and I thought it was Lydia coming back, thinking we’d locked the door. When I opened it, though, there was a boy about Lydia’s age telling me that she was having a seizure over at the school. Ugh.

So I handed the baby off to Olof and hurried to Lydia. When I got there she was mostly lucid, but the kids had called the ambulance so we waited fifteen minutes or so until the paramedics showed up. They wanted to take her in, just to be safe, so I rode with her, and then called Olof to update him. At the hospital they took a blood test and gave her a quick EKG, then we waited to talk to the on-call pediatrician (who, luckily, was Lydia’s own doctor). After chatting with her, we were sent home to get some rest. Olof had called his mom to come stay with the other kids while he drove to town to pick us up, and we all got home just before midnightl.

The seizure was small, and almost assuredly due to the fact that she’d been up for more than 24 hours (she’d messed her sleeping schedule up over the long weekend and hadn’t gone to bed at all on Monday night), so there are no larger worries at play. If it had happened at home I wouldn’t even have called for an ambulance, but I completely understand why the kids did, especially since none of them knew she had epilepsy. She’s fine this morning and has gone to school, where I’m sure she’ll enjoy a bit of celebrity. Me, I could use a nap.