I'm really not kidding about the roller coaster. Yesterday was a good day for Ginny, but last night around the time that the nurses change shifts (7 pm), Ginny needed to be suctioned from the secretions in her lungs. As I've said before, she really doesn't like this. Her sats dropped and she had trouble getting them back up. She was weened off some of her sedatives earlier in the day, so she was a little more awake. Rachel saw her open her eyes several times, but I didn't see it until almost midnight. Sadly when I did see her open her eyes, she was saying "Help me,Daddy". The nurses and respiratory techs had trouble suctioning her, but they finally got three pretty substantial plugs to work themselves free. The pediatric Fellow described them as "really big goobers." Apparently that is an actual medical term.
When we went back to the house a little after midnight, Jenny and Matt Z were there with my sister Alissa. It was good to see them all. Jenny is a nervous-cleaner. When she gets anxiety, she cleans. Luckily she got her anxiety at my house. Thanks Jenny, you rock!
We came in this morning with quite a bit of apprehension about what we would find when we got here. Luckily, our kick-ass nurse Jen was here and Ginny's numbers were excellent. She had suctioned Ginny just an hour before we got here and Ginny had recovered nicely. Just a few minutes after Auntie Alissa got to meet Ginny, Dr. Fricker came by and gave us some good news. He liked the way Ginny was progressing and decided to start weening her off the PGE, which is the main culprit when it comes to her lung secretions. Great news.
This morning I finally got to see Ginny open her eyes and look at me with something other than fear in her eyes. She's trying to figure out what's going on and why all these contraptions are hooked to her. She has beautiful dark eyes. It was a feeling like no other. I think Saturdays are going to be daddy days from now on.
Thank you all for your loving support and prayers.