Let's just cut to the chase. I'm tired of being here, they put Elvie in a triple room last night in order to make way for a kid who was contagious, and now I am just whiney. In this room, we have plenty of space, but in this room, there are two teenage boys who are typical teenage boys, meaning that they like to play loud video games and listen to loud music and stay up late watching loud television. Apparently the charge nurse was raving about this room to Jarod when they had to move last night, saying, "Oh, there are no babies to cry all night." Uh, yeah. But the nurses are on our side and will ask our roommates to turn the noise off so the baby can sleep. So that's a relief. Still: whiney. Sorry about that.
Tomorrow will be the big day for the foley catheter to come out. If all goes as planned, she'll be able to pee on her own, and that will be a done deal. Tomorrow is also her last day of antibiotics. I think they want to observe her and make sure it was enough before they let us go home, so tomorrow won't be the magic day. I keep hoping. Maybe we'll be home for the weekend? She's feeding well now; I asked if we could do things the way we do at home, with the bottle always readily available, allowing her to eat small amounts at a time. The answer was yes, and she's doing beautifully. We'll still do tube feeds at night so she can rest and heal, but I have no doubt she'll be eating fine at home.
Until we get to go home, it's the same old story in many ways. Zinashi is over this ridiculousness, but did fairly well tonight when I left. No tears, at least that I know of. I'm proud of her. This is hard, and she is doing okay with it. We'll keep going and working to make this work until we can all be at home. I wish we could do more for her. She's really taken one for the family team these past weeks. What a girl. She really is the best big sister ever. We'll have to make her a trophy.