First, if you haven’t had enough sad hospital pictures of Braska, visit
the other, the lesser, the more boring my blog for some additional posts about our stay.
Now that we’re home, and she’s in bed snoozing, though fitfully, we wait…
Wait to see if she will sleep soundly tonight.
So far it doesn’t look likely.
Wait to see if she will take in more fluids/food tomorrow.
She did surprisingly well today, though not near her “norm.”
Wait to see if the dreaded “painful days,” days 3 through 7, are truth and not myth.
I’ve never SO wanted something to be myth.
Braska had a few tablespoons of pudding this afternoon as well as some ice cream. AND a couple of ounces of milk from a cup. Yeah. Amazing on a good day. Darn shocking today.
Tonight before bed, she started to really seem unhappy and uncomfortable. She gets such sad, pathetic faces when she hurts or feels sickly. I gave her the first dose of the (very hard to find) Tylenol #2 that was prescribed. I do so hope that she can get some good sleep tonight, and I hope I can, as well.
Don’t worry about M. He hears nothing.
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