Oh, how I loved seeing those bright eyes. Compare with Tuesday:
Pretty girl but definitely a little sad and confused.
Anyway, Wednesday was a big day - she was all about her food and drinking her milk. And did it all from the comfort of her bed :) I started crying (what a shocker) when she grabbed the fork from my hands to begin stabbing the chicken herself. That's my independent, fiesty girl! She also ate about 18 Yo Baby yogurts - hey, whatever works. Thank goodness we keep a large stock at home!
|Big girl eating with her fork - and she didn't even mind that it was hospital-issued plastic. Or that the chicken was cold. And nasty. She liked it anyway. Bless her heart because I couldn't even eat it.|
I digress. So, when I walked in for my "shift" yesterday, they had her laying almost upside down in the bed, trying different positions to see if they could get some drainage. This was after they almost did little flips and back bends with her in the chair and having her lay on her tummy. No drainage. So by 1pm they had to make the call to go ahead and drain it with a test tube. It was just in a difficult position and sort of stuck so it was our only option. We could have tried to wait a bit longer, but the diuretics weren't really making a dent in it, and it was likely that time wasn't going to change that. And Quinn would not be able to move onto the next stages of her recovery if we didn't get rid of it. So yesterday afternoon I signed yet another consent form for them to thread a needle (followed by a thin tube) through her ribs and into the space between her chest and her lungs to capture the fluid. I will say that it was finally nice to sign a consent where one of the risks was not death. Only bleeding and infection. Funny that didn't bother me - but in relation to the number of forms I have literally signed away her life, I was happy to sign it.
So they gave her some "happy meds" similar to what she had before her surgeries - only these made her super goofy. She immediately looked at me with these googly eyes and started babbling away. Loudly. And constant. She became dead weight and we lifted her into the bed and she looked straight at me with these huge eyes and exclaimed "Dada!" That got a good laugh out of everyone. As they kicked me out of the room to go wait out the 20 minute procedure, I heard her laughing away down the hall. Good for my heart to hear that, even if it was drug-induced.
The procedure went perfectly and they drained 70cc immediately. In the hours that followed, they ended up getting out almost a liter total. That's A LOT of fluid, y'all, especially in a tiny little girl. She recovered nicely from the procedure and ate a bit of dinner and 2 yogurts and seemed to be down for the count by the time I left.
|Post-procedure. I'm feeling better, Mommy! She looks a little irritated with my constant picture taking but whatever.|
I returned super early this morning to make sure I caught the surgeon's rounds (they typically come around between 6am - 7am). As soon as I walked in, she opened those big ole eyes and gave me a big smile. Sweet girl. She has been sitting up perfectly as well the past couple of days --- another thing that she really had no desire or energy to do the last go around.
|I know she's not smiling exactly in this picture but trust me that she was. She just wouldn't let me get a picture of it.|
|Peaches and crackers, yummy!|
|I promise she's happy - she just hasn't really gotten a good nap today so she's pretty zonked!|