I've been sitting in a chair now for forty-three hours, not counting the 5 hours that I drove forty-five minutes home to take a shower, a nap, and then drive back. I also didn't count the hours that I've spent pacing the hospital floors.
Just the chair time; forty-three hours (probably more by the time you read this).
It could be worse. The Girl Child has been in the hospital for much longer than the three days that we are currently at now, but honestly, this time is breaking my heart.
I hope this surgery was the right thing to do.
I've never seen her in so much pain, in my entire life.
So much pain that she is being nourished and hydrated almost entirely by IV. So much pain that when she sleeps, she holds her breath, her oxygen drops, her heart begins to race, and she wakes up in a panic.
She isn't sleeping much, so neither am I.
I'm really tired; physically and emotionally, but she is my first concern.
Please pray for her.