This morning started infinitely better than yesterday. She's still far from herself, but I did get one tiny smile. She woke up at about 5am, while it was still dark out, and just fell asleep a few minutes ago (about 8:30am). She watched Tinkerbell and her pain seemed to be managed, though not absent.
Her doctors came by to visit, all at the same time strangely enough. The plan is to continue with IV morphine and start clear fluids today, start oral/g-button pain meds and solids/Pediasure tomorrow, and then go home if all goes to plan. It sounds lovely to me, as I slept for probably an hour and a half last night, between the darling baby (who is amazingly adorable and friendly) next door being awake and QUITE unhappy most of the night, and vitals checks, and KayTar's intermittent moaning. It won't be an easy recovery, even at home...but the promise of home in a couple days sounds great.
After waiting 7 hours for a room? We ended up with the penthouse suite. Check it out!
And, of course, the girl.
A couple of her owies. (I'll spare you the g-button, as it is still draining and not really ready for its close up. Also, if I had smell-o-vision, I'd share the DELIGHTFUL smell of post T&A breath...it is disgustingly impressive. Be thankful I have no smell-o-vision.)
Now, I'm optimistically going to attempt a nap. Fat chance as the ambulances are in full force and the darling baby next door seems to be agitated again, but a girl can (day)dream, can't she?