Well, we had high hopes of going home today, only to have them crushed by an elusive GI. Both the pediatrician and the Nutritionist said this morning that, even though some test results were still pending, they didn't see why we couldn't wait for them at home. But, it's now after 3pm and we still haven't heard from the GI. The only thing that I have heard is that they were thrilled with her weight gain day before yesterday, a weight gain that she did not duplicate a second day, although she hasn't lost any weight either. At this point, no discharge papers have been issued and I am...tired.
So, I think we are stuck here yet another night - our 9th night here. My back is screaming from sleeping on the rock-hard fold out "bed" - the kind that starts as a comfy looking chair and then turns into a very uncomfortable cot.
Anslie is pretty frustrated here as well. She says "sigh" and points to the patio outside of our room, begging to play in the fresh air. We go for a little while, but there isn't much to hold her attention out there. Fortunately the play room opened up again today and the attendants are sweet to play with Anslie, something I can't quite find the energy to do right now.
Sleeping is rough on both of us, especially with nurses, doctors, and janitors who have perfect timing for coming in our room right when we are trying to catch some zzz's. Annoying. And the banging, talking, laughing, sirens, life flights, crying, doors slamming, and chairs scraping never ceases. 24 hours a day. Yuck.
Anyway, I don't mean to sound blue, but this hospital stay is getting old. I am just grateful that there is an end in sight for us, something that some of these kids don't have to look forward to. It makes you realize how lucky you really are.
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