This morning when the alarm clock went off sometime before 6:00 am, it sounded something like a fog-horn blowing. I swear that clock has the most obnoxious alarm I have ever heard. The alarm was whaling signaling that it was time for Ivey's nurse to leave and someone had to go take her place. So I hauled it out of bed and as I rounded the corner to Ivey's room N. our nurse was laughing. And this is why. Apparently we all have the same opinion of the alarm clock.
Given that Ivey has a cleft palate that was pretty severe and extended far into her soft palate, even after repair, and years later, it has left her with some precarious cranial and teeth issues. So here we are, back at Scottish Rite doing a little OR time to help alleviate some pain and address a few other odds and ends. And after many years needing a port for immunoglobulin infusions, it has been officially removed. Infusions have been replaced with Sub-Q infusions. So away it goes.