Having had just five hours sleep total in the last forty-eight hours, I'm a bit wiped out, so forgive any glaring typos and/or grammatical errors. Last night Elvie was in pain most of the night; the morphine just couldn't keep up with her level of pain. I got exactly zero hours of sleep, and because the night before I'd only gotten between two and three, I asked Jarod to work from home and hospital so I could go home for a nap this morning. I got in two good hours, and by the time I was back at the hospital, Elvie had been given a second pain medication and had a sponge bath. Perfect! She remained comfortable throughout the day.
Right now our main goal is to just keep Elvie comfortable as she heals. We're starting to see a little of her spunk return, and we hope her smile and laugh aren't far behind. She's definitely more interested in her toys now and will touch them at least, though she's not up for playing, exactly. She's also started moving her body more, thumping her left foot down to express displeasure or get our attention, just like before. We're still in our noisy, busy, shared room, so there are plenty of opportunities for her to practice her foot thumping skills. She'll have legs and buns of steel by the time we check out.
Zinashi really wants us all together again, and I share those same sentiments. Jarod is spending the night at home tonight so he can take her to soccer in the morning, after which we'll have some family time at the hospital. What comes after that is what thrills me most: I get to take Zinashi home and stay there through the night, sleeping in my very own bed. Heaven! I'm planning on waking up before noon, but I make no guarantees. No guarantees at all.