Greetings from Cedars :0) (insert cheesy postcard-
esc scene)... Darby is doing very well! His surgery went by without a hitch, he did his time in the
PICU, and we are currently residing in the pediatric unit. Darby is eating, crying, sleeping, taking his medicine, talking, playing, and pooping. So... he's good. We are most likely going to go home tomorrow! We were able to get a good pain medicine that hopefully we will also be able to take home. Darby is much more responsive and happy after this surgery than his last (we got a couple smiles out of him tonight). He is still quite irritable at times, but we know it will get better! He fights sleep... finally falls asleep, then is woken up by a nurse and the cycle continues. Can't wait to go home!
However, in this trip to the hospital, I can't help but make some
observations about hospitals and the like... i feel that I have some authority as I have stayed in a handful of
hospitals in my life and probably more often than the average person. Here is what I've noticed...
- Every nurse is completely different. This fact is irritating and hilarious and knowledge of it can be used to your advantage in some cases. I find that
PICU nurses are often not as shy about giving more 'dangerous' medications, as they do it more often. I have also learned which nurses are the crazy strict ones that do NOT waver from policy... "he MUST wear his arm band", "I must use the machine to dispense of medicine", "Your cot MUST be up by 8am". I know to avoid asking out of the ordinary things with those nurses. Today I was able to get a really kind nurse who seems to favor whatever I wanted, and I got her to take off Darby's splint that held his leg straight. It was bothering the
begeebers out of him, which in turn drives me nuts... most nurses would have said no, but she said "oh sure, lets take that off." I just smiled and went with it and cheered on the inside for that victory. Maybe she saw the bags under my eyes and the look of ferocious desperation for peace in my face.
-I like that i can control the temperature in the room at Cedars. UCLA is central and you can't change it... so i have to bring a fan, shorts, socks, and sweats, because you never know what you're going to get :o)
-Apparently, I'm crazy. I use an organic baby formula, its a popular brand amongst
healthy-
ish mothers, but apparently I'm the first one who has ever brought it to the hospital? Whenever I was asked what formula we used, I replied Earth's Best... i found that doctors and others thought I was using some crazy knockoff brand since they had never heard of it. Being too
embarrassed to say that I used organics, i didn't mention the end of the title (organic formula). But then I realized how they thought i was crazy for not using
Simulac or something. So I decided to start adding Organic to the end of the title, and just suck it up when they thought I was a tree hugger. For instance, our
pediatrician this week, he asked what formula I used. I replied, Earth's Best Organic Milk based. He looked at me, "
hmmm you're the second person I've heard mention that kind. Is that like a Whole Foods thing?".
Embarrassed I just said, "um, well they do sell it there... but its just a good brand." and smiled :o) He's a nice guy and I think he knew I felt weird, so he just blew it off and continued. Then, we get to the
PICU yesterday, and our nurse sees us and remembers us... then states, "oh yeah! you guys use those weird bottles and your own food!" Really?
Thats how they remembered us? Is it so abnormal to want to use the formula that
darby's already used to? Apparently, we're crazy. :
oP-When you've been in 4 out of the 8 possible
PICU rooms, and know which ones have bathrooms and best
accommodations... then you know you've been there too much.
-When you can
specifically request the green chair with a broken inside handle... then you've really been there too much.
Sometimes you have to find the fun in the places that aren't so fun, but we've learned to see the blessings that God has given us, however small they might seem. Those blessings come in little things: working
Internet, getting medicine on the dot of the clock, getting more waters-diapers-bottles without asking, a very quiet and gentle
CN who takes
darby's vitals... we are so happy when these things happen!
Thanks again to all of you who have prayed for us, emailed us, fed us, and just plain loved us and our child. It means more to us than we can express in words and has helped us tremendously to get through some of these tough times.
I, personally, can not wait to go home tomorrow. We've been through a lot in the past few months... a lot of hospital stays and a lot of unpleasant procedures. I can't wait to be home and have some of the
home comforts that I know help
darby feel comfortable, as well as me. I most definitely hope this is our last
hospitalization for a long long while :o)