Deja Vu

I spent Tuesday night in room 101 in the Cache Valley Specialty Hospital. This is the same room that Henry spent a few days almost exactly 18 months ago to the day following his thyroid surgery. I think room 101 must be the designated pediatric room or something - they have more beds in this hospital but it's close to the nurses station and has easy access to the recovery room so maybe they just put all the peds patients there. This time it wasn't Henry in the hospital, though, it was Tessa. She fell off a swing set and fractured her arm, right above the elbow. She needed surgery to insert some pins and they kept her overnight. This unpleasant experience was made more unpleasant because Jay is currently in China for work. I'm sure from his perspective it isn't the kind of call you want to receive when you are halfway around the world, away from your family. It wasn't really the kind of call I wanted to make either. Thank heavens for good friends in our neighborhood to took the boys for an impromptu sleepover and came to sit with me at the hospital. I have the best friends!

She came home Wednesday morning. Wednesday wasn't a good day. She threw up off and on all day and could barely keep water down, much less pain medication. She slept fairly well Wednesday night and made marked improvement today. She stopped vomiting and started eating. I was able to figure out how hide her ibuprofen (thank heavens for my garlic press) in a spoonful of ice cream so I was able to get three good doses of pain medication in her without any tears (since she was terrified to take anything after throwing everything up the day before, the ice cream trick is being kept a secret). She perked up and moved between the family room and my room, watching TV and movies and just hanging out.

She probably could have used a nap but didn't take one today. By the end of the day she was wiped out and sobbed at the thought of a bath, even though she desperately needed one. We compromised on a sponge bath and hair washing, accomplished by having her sit with her back against the bathtub and leaning her head backwards over the side. I'm going to have to find some button up tops for her to wear because switching out her shirts is guaranteed to induce tears. But we made it through the day and she went to bed around 7:30. Her friend Easton brought a balloon over and I hung it on her doorknob so that she could see it. She's got some good friends who have brought over balloons, treats, Rapunzel jammies (sleeveless ones - hooray!) and a stuffed animal, whom she named Dork and is sleeping with tonight.




Hopefully tomorrow I can coax her into her sling (she's not a fan) and out of the house for a bit, at least to sit in a chair and get some fresh air. If all goes well, we'll be at the baseball fields tomorrow night, cheering on Henry and William as they play their games. Nana and Aunt Laura are coming for a visit on Saturday, which will cheer her up.

Let's hope we don't spend any more nights in CVSH. I've seen enough of room 101, thank you very much. Come on William, we're counting on you!