We’re finally in and settled in the ICU for the night. The name of the game is, you guessed it, pain management. The more we can keep her comfortable and let her sleep it off, the better.
Already we’re down one set of meds — hopefully, she won’t need the pain patches any more; the chest tube that was hitting her rib was removed with the surgery today. Less meds good.
She’s sleeping peacefully, and the lights on both of our bays of the ICU are dark, so there’s only a little ambient light. The nurse turned down the volume on her monitoring system as well, so hopefully we’re in for a quiet ride. The nurse for the child in the other bay of this room already came in rather loudly to the neighbors once… a gentle reminder may be in order if it happens again.
Why yes, I will be happy to get back to a room on the floor ASAP tomorrow. How ever did you know?
TG’s vitals look really good. She’s definitely a lot more comfortable than she has been in a while, although hopefully her BP and heart rate will come down more throughout the night.
DW has gone home for another night of well earned rest, and some good cuddle time with DS. Like our family cat, he’s missing ALL the people.
TG on the other hand, when awake, is still dealing with the reality of some of the wounds from today’s surgery. There’s no way to roll to escape them now. Grumpy child is definitely grumpy. And in pain.
I’m glad she’s not adamantium girl. I’d be scared of the claws.
Hopefully her sense of humor will be back tomorrow. She’s not been fond of the funny since coming out of surgery. Not that I blame her… after all, she’s endured two major (and painful) chest surgeries and spinal surgery in the space of just 7 days.
But she’s just as feisty and scrappy as ever. She’ll be just fine.
Rest well TG. I’ll keep it quiet in here tonight.