But only just a little.
I awoke this morning to a girl who was lookin' pretty punk. Queasy, quiet, and her ever present stoicism. In my eyes, a step backward from yesterday.
On the inside, I worried. I fretted...but on the outside, I tried my best to play cheerleader. Encouraging trips to the bathroom, a walk in the halls, and breakfast. The first two I was successful at, the last?
Not so much.
Girl doesn't want to even think about food. Getting her drink takes some major encouragement!
I stepped out in the hall for some ice while the nurse assessed my babe's belly. Then, I stopped her (the nurse) in the hall to talk, and ended up teary eyed. It's just so hard to see one of my babies hurting. We decided to try some pain meds, even though Belle's been saying she doesn't need anything, and we ended up seeing our girl perk up a bit!
The nurse in me comes out too much, and I've been afraid of giving her narcotics because I don't want to slow down her already sluggish gut. Apparently, I need to get over that...'cuz, just like what Western medicine is good for, there's always a fix. If you mess something up with one pill, you can just fix it with a different one.
Anyway, the doctor reassured me that she will need something "stronger than Tylenol" for the next few days...he reminded me of how sick her abdominal cavity is/was. Basically, they are treating her as if her appendix did perforate (or rupture). He (the doctor) suspects that it did (at some point during the last few days, then sealed itself) because of how inflamed and infected her belly is.
Normally, when an appendix is bad, he says you go in and it's just a nasty old appendix...but her whole abdominal cavity was affected, which is what you see with a perforated appendix.
My girl on narcotics is kinda funny tho...chatty, loopy. Kinda cracks me up a little...and makes me realize that, indeed, she needs more pain meds than what we've been doing!
Praying for some good progress for my sweet girl...and I thank you for your prayers!