Anni's having trouble taking her meds. She takes all her medicine in capsule form, which is not usually a problem, but her gag reflex is, naturally, heightened right now. So this morning she wanted some yogurt to help her swallow the bigger pills. Yes, I could have asked patient food service to send it, but that would have taken several hours (I do not exaggerate), so I just ran to the visitor cafeteria to buy some. That, and some coffee to get me through the day on the 2 hours of sleep I got last night in 30-minute increments. The residents began making rounds as I left, and when I returned I found Anni regaling two (incredibly young! oy! Doogie Howser
is beginning to look less far-fetched every day) residents with whatever tales she tells to total strangers. As I walked through the door, this is what I heard:
"My mommy ALWAYS poops in the potty!"
The doctors turned to look at me, frozen right there by the room's bathroom entrance. "What can I say?" I replied raising my arms in a victory salute, "I'm good with poop!"
So Annika spiked fevers again all last night, and she was pooping on average of once every hour, even through the night. Her electrolytes are still slipping, despite getting replacements through her I.V., so they are considering giving her a dose of IVIG
. That should effectively stop the rota in its tracks, but it's kind of a big gun to bring out for a case of simple rotavirus.
Annika is already sick of being in the hospital. I thought her heart was going to break when I left and took Frankie with me. She just wanted to come home, too. Last night she turned her tired little face to me and said, "I'm homesick. I want to be with Daddy and Frankie." I know she'll be home soon, though.