Here she is immediately afterward. They taped her feeding tube to her forehead to keep it out of the way, poor kid.
I wish I'd gotten a photo of her face as soon as she was able to move it. Her little forehead wrinkled up as if to say, "What the hell just went down here?"
Twenty minutes later, snkxzzzzzz. I could have held her, but instead just left her be. Little bug clearly needed some shut eye and I wasn't about to mess with that.
Oh, and while she was sleeping? Check out the Os!
THIRTY PERCENT! Shazam! And she was hisatting when I left; she might have made it into the twenties this afternoon. Regardless, the gauntlet's been thrown -- will Angela rise to the challenge?
Tomorrow, the bronchoscopy. We could have had the trach scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, too, but we're clinging to the hope that we may happen upon something, ANYTHING, to make it unnecessary. Who knows -- maybe something as simple as this tube change could make the difference for her. Come on, Powers That Be. Cut our girl a break. She's due.