T&A Recovery- Day 3

We're still here at Vanderbilt. For the MOST part, Etta doesn't SEEM to be in much pain, except that she won't eat and (more importantly) she's not drinking much. I'm still making the nurses dose her with Loritab every four hours to make sure she isn't in pain. Which, by the way, holding her down and making her swallow that stuff is a CHORE, but it's worth it, obviously. Last night was a mixture of rough and better than the night before. Keith was here with us because he missed us (and we missed him), but after trying to share this tiny bed with him and listening to him snore all night, and, well, let's just say,  he wasn't invited back again tonight. The monitors beeped less last night and I got more solid chunks of sleep. The 2am dose of Loritab was especially hard on our little E. About 20 minutes after the long battle to get it down her throat, she threw it up. This makes sense because she's been taking all of this stuff on an empty stomach and it can cause nausea. Plus, she gets SO worked up when we're giving it to her that I'm actually surprised she doesn't throw it up at that point. Anyway, I had the nurse give her some Zofran to help with the nausea before we gave her the 6am dose and we haven't had any puke since then.

Keith left just after her team rounded at about 6:30 this morning and it was Snoozapalooza for Etta. She just slept and slept and slept all morning! I finally just got her up around 9:30 or so, offered her breakfast, and gave her a sort of sponge bath. After the bath, I put her into a clean pair of her baby scrubs and we went for a walk/ride around the floor. All of the nurses just adore her and tell me how cute she is every time we walk by, and I tend to agree with them. ;)

"Look ma, no tonsils!"

She was pretty wiped out when we got back from our walk and she drank (!!!) about three ounces of juice before I put her in her crib for a nap. While she was napping, I went downstairs to pick up the prescriptions Keith dropped off on Wednesday night that we'll need if we ever get to go home. I also grabbed some lunch from the food court and brought it back to the room. After Etta got up we took it easy and we also went down to the 6th floor for a bit to play in the Child Life Play Room. She drank some more, but not as much as earlier in the morning.

When we got back to the room, it was time for her to have a steroid to help with swelling and I sat her down to try to feed her a little something (again) and this time she ate! She had a WHOLE cup of vanilla pudding! WOOT! While I was feeding this to her, Dr. Wooten rounded on her. He was pleased that today was a better day, but he still wasn't comfortable sending her home. He'd like for her to get at least 24 ounces of liquid a day and she'd only had about 6 or 7. So, another night we shall stay.

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. Another walk around the floor and another round of screaming and forcing her to take meds. She's sleeping now. Hopeful that it will be an uneventful night...