Daddy (Paul) dropped her off early Monday morning and picked her up early that same evening. I think I irritated Paul with all my texting from work..."Have they called yet?" "Have you heard about Magi-Anne yet?" "Any news?" HAHAHA! Talk about a worried mom! My last text to him

Now...my first expression was of joy...my next was tears rolling down my face of laughter! My poor baby was soooo high on medication that she had no idea what the H E-double L was going on!! Her poor eyes were more bugged out than they normaly are and she just sat there and stared into the back seat the entire time.
I am happy to report that the anesthesia has worn off and she is back to her old spunky self. She is not to be running around right now, yet she doesn't want to listen to me and, apparently, this little turd-nugget thinks she is invincible! Not only is she being her rambunctious self, she is back to chasing the big dogs!! I have to take the big girls our for potty breaks first THEN I can take Magi-Anne...otherwise she thinks it's play time.
Though she had to suffer some minor induced trauma, something very sweet came of it. Sierra and Gypsy could not stand to see their baby sister so "sick" and kept trying to mother her even while she was in my arms. THAT is love ;-)