Saturday Morning
Saturday brought Jeff and I some interesting cricks from sleeping on a sub-twin slide out couch bed. All things said, it was still much better than the instrument of torture that Williamson Medical put me through during the births.
But who cares about us? It’s all about William. And rightly so.
William slept through the night without needing any additional pain killers. The last thing we had was some morphine the previous night. The nurses and resident both said that he would burn through the morphine very quickly – within an hour or so. The nurses changed his diaper twice while he was asleep.
So when he woke up (around 5ish) he wasn’t feeling very good, so we gave him another hit of morphine. He woke up crying and I ran over then hit the button for the nurse. They came in and asked if he was hurting. He replied back ”Uh-huh” and cried some more. As soon as the morphine hit him, he fell back asleep after a little juice.
The Resident came by around 7, said that the Dr. that did the surgery was very happy with the results, and once we switched him to Lortab instead of morphine, he’d be good to go.
William’s first encounter with the cast was really this morning, as he was pretty dosed up last night. He tried to push the cast off a couple of times. Thankfully, Mickey Mouse came on Tv, and that was pretty distracting.
Breakfast was ordered for him, and I went down to the Cafe to get some breakfast for Jeff and I.
Vanderbilt does MANY things well. Scrambled Eggs are not one of them. Neither Jeff or I could eat more than a spoonful of them.
William ordered French toast sticks, a Banana, and some Yogurt:
You are seeing about as much as he ate… It wasn’t quite what he wanted. He did like the Bacon Jeff and I got.
Bad Picture, but I really can’t say enough good things about Vanderbilt’s Children’s Hospital. EVERYONE (with the exception of the Lady that sold us the Eggs… Perhaps a cause/effect?) was extremely nice. The Nurses, residents, Doctors, Trauma ER personnel, EVERYONE.
The room was designed to help kids. (note the Stars built into the ceiling tiles) They give a decent bed (better than any other hospital guest bed), and every floor has a huge playroom. William obviously couldn’t take advantage of this, but their attention to details and trying to make the kids feel better is very evident. William really loved the elevator with a duck and fishes on the ceiling.
But our time with Vanderbilt was coming to an end. We were given a prescription for Lortab, instructions for care of William in the cast, and discharged.
I went to get the van, warmed it up and parked at the entrance. It was 32 degrees out, and William was wearing just the cast and a hospital gown. The moment I saw them, He saw me, pointed, gesturing “Daddy”, and I scooped him up and put him in the car seat.
Which doesn’t fit. The straps do not give enough to wrap around, and the fit of the cast is such that you can’t sit them well anyways. Top buckle only, and really careful driving.
A pitstop was made to pick up Ms. Mary Vic from her slumber party. She had a great time, and we are so thankful. Many questions were asked, all were answered, and very few were understood. But she did understand that brother was hurt, and the cast is going to help him get better. The details past that escape her, but that’s ok.
We’re home now, and everyone will be ok.
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