(Yes, I am aware that is a borderline inappropriate title, Mom.)
Hey, check out what Jane can do!
She took 14 mls yesterday from the bottle -- just about half an ounce. I like it. Nicely done, Jane and Angela!
Still snowed in, but it's supposed to let up by tomorrow morning. It darn well better. In the last seven days, I've been able to visit three times, and one of those times was the Annoyingest Wednesday Ever. That's an awful showing. That it's the weather's fault (we've gotten nearly a foot of snow so far this weekend) isn't making me feel better about it. But it sure makes me grateful for her primary nurses -- she's mostly had familiar faces around her while I've been stuck up north.
Okay, the ten-day forecast is looking promising: only one day has a 50% chance of snow, everything else is looking like 20-30%. I'll take it!
Jane's been a fussy little monster for Angela today, and with good reason. Her rectum prolapsed a little again last night, and she's just cranky, poor kid. So she's been getting a good bit of ativan and tylenol to try to get her more comfortable. They're supposed to wean the nitric down to 1 shortly, and already boosted her sildenafil in anticipation of the wean, but her Os are going up with her discomfort (she's at 60% now, but was in the 40s up until 3:00 when she pitched a fit and drove her Os up to 80). It may be time for a little vacation from the wean. But I bet they won't. Stay tuned...