Last night Meagan's pain kept her up quite a bit. We started to have some success, as I wrote about yesterday ... but as the night went on she became increasingly uncomfortable. She also spiked a fever so we had to add Tylenol. She had hours of whimpering and crying and that heavy almost "walking on eggshells" breathing that happens when one is in pain. Around 1:30am the nurses were finally able to get her on a good regimen of the valium/morphine rotation again and we had quiet in the room - she was sleeping! I took advantage of the peace and also slept from 1:30 until about 5am but then awoke to her whimpering again. My poor sweet girl! She wasn't screaming but just seemed extremely uncomfortable. I knew coming into day 2 would be hard - it is always that second and third day of recovery that is almost worse than surgery day itself. The nurses worked hard again to change up some of her meds and once again we had a comfortable, sleeping Meagan.
My mom was able to stop by and visit as she left town. It was nice to see her and to have her be able to give Meagan some snuggles before she left. As soon as she leaned over the crib to talk to Meagan, Meagan's eyes turned towards her. She definitely recognized my mom and slowly she reached one hand up towards my mom's face. Still not a lot of smiles or activity, but a definite sign she was happy to see my mom and enjoyed her visit. Soon after she left my friend Lori also stopped by. She brought Meagan her favorite two things: a stuffed animal and a pack of Pediasure. She knows Meagan well! Meagan once again reached her hand up towards Lori, showing recognition and also contentment with her visit. I was happy to see these little glimpses of Meagan's personality.
Meagan's incision - from the base of her head to the base of her neck between her shoulders.
So we can scratch off day 2 of recovery. We were pleasantly surprised, again, to receive a few more gifts for Meagan. I love how the happy dancing colors of the balloons and the sweet soft feel of the stuffed animals are tangible reminders of just how much our sweet girl is loved. She is (and we are) truly blessed with our dear friends and family. I'm happy that Meagan's pain is definitely under control now and that other things, like her g-tube, are falling into place. I can actually, dare I say it, see an "end in sight" to our crazy few months (I think). I miss my older girls a lot, but I'm very blessed to have them in good hands so I can be here with Meagan. Not exactly all roses, but what is? You don't get that beautiful red flower without a few thorns on the stem.