Today was met with a little apprehension.
Not because we were about to experience something totally uncharted, but it was to be an experience without the rose tinted spectacles AKA the funky haze AKA the good stuff, the drugs...
Today was to be the first ever attempt at flushing Bertie (Sophie's port) without any form of sedation. She would be going completely cold turkey and relying solely on her own fight or flight mechanism to determine the conclusion.
We had decided she was ready, by 'we' I mean Ian, myself and her poor CF nurse who always gets to be
bad cop when it comes to Sophie.
Knowing how hard we had worked to get her desensitised to all of her negative hospital experiences, we all had a little dread in the backs of our minds. Would she just accept it like a trooper or would she kick off in spectacular style like she has in the past, finding strength The Incredible Hulk would be proud of?
This was going to go either way.
I've recycled an old port flush picture here as you really only need one to show what was going to be done don't you?

Sophie allowed me to put the Emla cream on easily after school and we made our way to the hospital. Sophie chose to take her favourite teddy Leeber (the Lemar), which she never normally would. Was this an omen?
To cut a very long build up short, we arrived, we removed the dressing that was holding the emla cream on, Sophie grumbled, squirmed, said ouch a few times and before you had time to say 'Holy smokes Batman', the needle was in and the port had been accessed and the flush went in.
Just.Like.That.
The tears were rolling but more so because Sophie wanted her top back on, but as soon as the needle was out, she was absolutely fine and the only person she wanted to cuddle was her CF nurse who had done the flush!
Sophie asked for toast and then took her nurse on a tour of the ward and was completely back to her usual self. In fact, I couldn't get her to leave and the only thing that worked was for some of the ward staff to do this...
This bag contained her toast :)

We left after Sophie had hugged and snuggled every single member of staff.
However, once we had completed the huge trek back to the car (we couldn't have found a space further away) we realised someone was missing, Leeber.

Sophie cannot and
will not sleep without him, so I phoned the ward and asked them to look for him. They phoned me back to say they couldn't find him. As panic set in we ran back to the ward, the whole time I was questioning Sophie as to what she had done with him, knowing full well she had hidden him on purpose so we could go back. I knew this because she wasn't too concerned he was missing and kept saying "It's okay mummy, we will just go back and get him".
When we arrived back on the ward he was still missing and about 5 members of staff had joined the missing persons hunt.
Eventually (after a good half an hour or so) Leeber was found, buried under a pile of bricks and train track. Sophie decided to say then "That's where I put him, I knew he'd be safe there".
Oh the joys of manipulative kiddos :D
So today was awesome and Sophie has been an absolute angel (if you erase the Leeber incident from your memory) and we can now drop sedation, which will make everything much easier for all involved.
Someone was very tired after her adventures today and yes, that is a Thomas the tank engine quilt on my daughters bed, she loves it.
Sleeping with Leeber and in the background is 'angry bird' who in Sophie's words "Scares the spookies away". Gotta love imagination!

Take care.
xxx