Made it home from the hospital on Saturday late afternoon.
The drive was terrible.
Every bump, pot hole, curb, turn or anything else was agony for Chyann.
And of course transferring her into and out of the van about killed her as well.
The words "HELL is for children" (old Pat Benatar song) kept running through my head.
Flowers from Grandma. They smelled so good.
At a children's hospital everything is geared for kids.
The first night we were there they had an actual dog show. The folks who put it on go around to every room to see if you want to go watch and will take you there. If you were like Chyann and couldn't go, after the show they bring the show to your room. Chyann had a ton of dogs visit that first night and every day after that the therapy dogs would come to visit too.
Physical therapy, learning how to maneuver with the crutches and move her leg. Which she is still having a very hard time doing.
Who knew you could see Seahorses at a hospital!
They were so amazing!
I bet you didn't know that when they get mad they turn black, so no tapping on the glass.
As far as hospital stays go, this one was relatively uneventful.
The room was only semi-private, with only a curtain between the two rooms and this irritated Chyann to no end! Almost every nurse would leave the curtain open, so I was continually having to shut it.
Interestingly enough though the girl in the other room and Chyann had the same birthday, same procedure done on the same leg by the same doctor, on the same day.
That girl was from St Paul and had a huge pack of family there every night. They always tried to be quiet, but when you pack a dozen or so folks in a small room with only a curtain between it is going to be noisy. Friday night another room opened up and they requested to move into it. Which made Chyann's last night in the hospital much more restful.
Currently Chyann's leg is being pushed out by a computer attached to her frame 1 and a quarter millimeter every day - continually throughout the day. Depending on how this progresses the doctors think she'll only have to wear the frame 20 - 40 days.
At this time she is one miserable kid.
In pain unless she is totally doped up.
No independence - which may just be the worst thing ever for her.
Also of note is there are NO PANTS anywhere to buy for her to wear!!
I'll be doing some serious sewing this week.