The past few hours have been relatively peaceful.
Becky is in her PCICU room sporting a fabulous pair of socks and a new hair bow. Kathleen (PCICU nurse) said that’s about as much as they can do for her hair.
Becky occasionally stirs and moments ago began grabbing for her breathing tube. It’s heartbreaking to see her face shrivel up as she tries to cry but is unable to make any noise. Kathleen calms her with a few gentle pats, some soothing words, and a narcotic. The surgeons just stopped in for one last peak before leaving for the night. They plan to keep her intubated until tomorrow.
At one point this afternoon, I met up with Greta and Angela who graciously moved Mom and I out of the hotel. I made my way through the hospital maze, found the exit, and headed to the Ronald McDonald House. I filled out the online paperwork without the aid of my readers. Apparently, I accidentally marked that Sam was my service animal instead of my emergency contact.
The day has gone extremely well and I have experienced so much peace, a tribute to everyone’s thoughts and prayers. The team monitors Becky constantly and there is always a set of eyes on her. Fatigue is setting in as the adrenaline dissipates. It doesn’t help that I managed to knock over my latte, filling Becky’s room with a nice minty smell. I feel comfortable leaving Becky overnight and Mom will return early tomorrow morning.
A final note. There’s quite a bit going on in terms of tubes and lines coming out of Becky. Honestly, it’s not her best look. I want to err on the side of caution when posting pictures, not wanting to disturb anyone. Perhaps I’ll post a better peak of our little fighter after she has been extubated tomorrow.