At peace for now

Abby is resting comfortably back up in her room. Well, we've been back up in her room for a long time now, actually. She has had some water, but isn't hungry at all, and just keeps drifting in and out of sleep. She keeps asking what will hurt when it comes out--the drain in the leg? the picc line? the monitor on her finger? Luckily, nothing really will. And even better in her mind is that she won't need to get poked for labs because they can just take blood from the picc line. Totally worth it! :)

I'm just sitting here hanging out. Dave's flight landed earlier today so he's been here, along with his parents, so it was great to have some company even if Abby wasn't really awake. And Dave's parents are taking the little three back to Chicago with them, which is so, so helpful. I gave Nolan the option of going to Chicago or going to school. Yeah, tough choice.

It's amazing how different this feels from Ava. Despite us being in the same ER room most of the time, the same pre-op area, surgery waiting room, and really close to the same hospital room, it's just so different. With Ava I knew what was going on. While going to Children's for the first time was scary, it was direct. Go to ER, get seen by the doctor and surgical consult, get admitted for IV antibiotics, have surgery, go home. One night, clear treatment, healthy when you go home. Abby's is just so much more scarier. Bone infection can go really bad really fast. Or be covering something else. And when she goes home she'll still have IV antibiotics and the PICC line and could still get pretty sick. That's scary, even more so because she's always been so healthy in general.

In short, we're doing well. I'm looking forward to the comfy, comfy pull-out couch (ha!) tonight and the two hour vital checks. Ok, just kidding. Instead I'm just grateful that Abby is doing as well as she is.