As I'm sure you've heard, the temperature here in the northwest has plummeted.
It is freeeeeeezing - and I mean that in the literal sense of the word. It is the kind of cold that bites, and while I'm no stranger to cold weather, the fact that it came on so suddenly makes it feel twice as frigid! I felt guilty pulling Elisabeth out of bed at 5:45 to put her in the bitter cold car.
It is freeeeeeezing - and I mean that in the literal sense of the word. It is the kind of cold that bites, and while I'm no stranger to cold weather, the fact that it came on so suddenly makes it feel twice as frigid! I felt guilty pulling Elisabeth out of bed at 5:45 to put her in the bitter cold car.
Despite the temperature, Elisabeth wore a smile on her face this morning. I captured a few pictures as quickly as I could because smiles are far and few between these days:
When the surgeon came in to chat I had to remind him that he was supposed to do a pyloroplasty. Thank goodness it came up! He was only planning on the fundoplication - I would have been so frustrated if the pylorolasty was forgotten! Good thing I was on my A game.
And then off she went:
The surgery appears to have gone well. Of course the real test will be if she keeps her food down when her feeds are permitted again (whenever that is...)
The incision site:
They are using her g-tube to drain excess junk from her stomach at the moment
(thus all the blood in the tube).
(thus all the blood in the tube).
Sleep my baby, sleep.
