Doctor was in, Belle's labs look better, her temps are normal...but because of the under-dosing of her antibiotics, he wants her to stay for 24 more hours of appropriately dosed antibiotics.
She's having a little more pain as we try to navigate how to decrease her use of narcotics, but still keep her comfy. It's so hard seeing my girl in pain, and I just wish I could take this away for her. It is unfair to see your baby suffering.
We're going to try giving her an alternating schedule of ibuprofen/Percocet...so that she'll get one or the other every three hours. Hopefully, this will be the ticket!
I'm trying to talk her into a bath...so far, it's a no go.
Yesterday AND today, the therapy dog came and visited with her...which SHE loved, and I cringed, when I saw all the dog hair left on her bed. Grody.
Belle's spirit's seem to be good...between you and me, I kinda think she's enjoying all the attention!
Me, however? I'm ready to get out of here. I have not left this hospital since I brought her in last Wednesday. I'm missing my kids like crazy (they're coming for a visit later...but it's just not the same as being at home with them...), missing my husband like crazy, missing my bed like crazy.
I was really hoping that when we got discharged, that it would miraculously be spring-time outside...but judging by the scene out our window, it doesn't look like that's the case.
Okay...gotta go. Need to work on my sweet little patient's breathing exercises...maybe coax her to take another walk...perhaps win her over with my charm and get her to agree to a bath...watch a little Animal Planet...or Food Network...or Cake Boss.
Just want you all to know how much I appreciate your comments...your encouraging words...and, mostly, your prayers.