The day began in PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit). She had done amazingly well to that point, and her only real complaint was that we were starving her to death. Oh, and the Foley catheter wasn't a high point either.
By 11 AM, she was eating French toast sticks and sitting in a chair. By 2 PM they had decided she didn't belong in PICU anymore, and before the Super Bowl could get underway we were in a regular room on the surgical floor.
We had our own party. CityGirl and my SIL brought lasagna and (praise be to God!) a veggie platter, along with chips and dip. A good friend (and his fiance) whose Dad was also a transplant recipient sent a basket of goodies, all forbidden prior to the transplant. Babygirl supplemented her dinner with Hershey Kisses and Pepperoni Pizza Combos.
There was a rocky time in late afternoon when we discovered the oral meds didn't quite work as well as the IV's. It's been fixed. I figure if you have major surgery and only cry for about twenty minutes, it's still a win.
We enjoyed the SuperBowl, the commercials, and the half-time show (I missed the bird-flipping, but I saw the Wardrobe Malfunction a few years ago so I don't feel too bad LOL). We don't care who won, because we already did.
DeeDee
just sending loving thoughts, prayers and thankfulness - and so glad Babygirl can eat what she likes again.
ReplyDeleteI see you figured out how to get here! Thanks, Kate. This child has been wrapped in prayer all around the world, and it matters.
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