Daddy and Mommy were still gone when I woke up this morning, but at least Nana was with me. She had her coffee, and I had my waffle with peanut butter. The morning was the same old drill... rocking and watching Charlotte's Web. By the time Mommy got to the hospital, Nana looked pretty exhausted. Worrying about me must have zapped her energy.
We tried to take a ride but ended up walking back and forth in our own hallway. The doctors (lots of them) were in the way doing their rounds, and Mommy didn't want to miss rounds at our door, so Mommy pushed me in a wheelchair while Nana pushed my IV pole. I was just happy to be out of our small room.
Nothing really of interest during rounds, except that they think I might have some kind of virus. I guess it would be a big deal if I do have one, though. I can't fight off infections like everyone else. The things the doctors mentioned that they are concerned about:
1. my eyes (maybe conjunctivitis, that's why they've been giving me horrible drops since last night),
2. the rash on my hands (still aren't sure what's going on with this, but they say it's faded),
3. the spot on my back where the first BMA was taken (is not healing, and is bugging me a lot), 4. my bowels (went from constipation to explosive diarrhea).
The doctors decided to do a "culture" with one of my stool samples, and we will not be able to be out of our room until the results come back (24-48 hours). Ugh. Good thing they waited to order the culture until after the Halloween party.
Nana left, Nanna B. and Daddy showed up, and we got ready for the party. Donned in my Tinkerbell costume, I was ready to show those other kids how to get down. Well... not exactly. I was actually just ready to fall asleep right before we left the room, so I was a grump to everyone I saw. Good thing I was wearing a mask; otherwise, all of those people who thought I was so cute would have seen the scowl on my face.
I took a short nap after Nanna B. and Daddy left, and Dr. Hummel must've stopped by to talk with Mommy while I was sleeping. I overheard her paraphrasing what he said to someone on the phone: "concerned about this funkiness she's feeling... not sure if it's a virus... really aggressive with treatments during induction... when kids respond well, we send them home before the three weeks... might be a month or longer before you go home... just want to prepare you... stay in room if it's a virus or there's a fever..."
I'm going to go stir crazy!
I ate a decent dinner and didn't want to play, but at least I let Mommy watch Tinkerbell with me twice. I did start watching Charlotte's Web one more time, but then I suddenly asked Mommy to put me to bed around 7pm. She looked at me like I was crazy, but then she did it. Around 9:30, I asked her to turn on my music, and I passed out for the night listening to my lullaby CD.