I was SO not prepared for the emotional toll waiting to sucker punch us on the other side. The 1o hours later side. I suppose I was expecting choirs of angels and lazy floating bubbles filling the halls when it was over? You know...I thought we were different than everybody else!
But alas...we are not. And instead we have irregular heartbeats and utterly saturating exhaustion. Every fiber of my being is exhausted. Just flippin' exhausted.
Trevy is doing good. He seems comfy...and pain free. He looks good even. Although Dr. Rounds hinted that we'll most likely be spending another night in the PICU. And that if Trevy's heartbeat continues to be irregular there will be a CAT Scan later today. It's a potential clot indicator. Has me edgy. Although I was already edgy. Ummmm...Jonathan may feel inclined to use a different adjective. And I couldn't argue. The thing about Jonathan is...during times like this...the crisis times...he's always amazingly caring and gentle. I do have good taste in men.
Trevy had a little juice. He looked so adorable with his baby birdie lips trying to suck the drops from the straw. So far...it's staying down.
He keeps lifting his left hand and studying it. Open fingers. Close fingers. Turn hand around and study the other side. Then repeat. Jonathan and I think it's so beautiful and cute. Of course...then his little right arm will struggle to lift. He's gotten it up a little bit then it flops back to the bed. And I know...in my mommy gut...that he's wondering why the heck he can't make it do the same! He's been able to wiggle his right toes. But the leg hasn't budged. I know this is all supposed to be temporary...but still...
We have seen some myoclonic-y seizures. But no clusters!
Do I sound tired? I feel SO tired. I just want to be at home. With this drama safely behind us. I want to hug Toby and Bristel. And shampoo my carpets. And bake cookies. Take the kids to soccer practice. And be normal.
If we're stuck in the PICU overnight you all may be in trouble. Means more time for pensive posting! Unless Nurse PICU has her way. She keeps suggesting we go do something. Even gave us directions to Walmart. I think we're driving her nuts asking questions...startling at beeping noises...and concerned staring at the yellow flashing irregular heart beat screen.
Maybe we should go do something...