Most of our day today felt more like a stay at an over-priced hotel than being a patient at a hospital, but there were plenty of reminders of reality.
Until today, all of Elijah's sticks for IVs and lines happened while he was sedated, and blood draws came from his central line, so it came as quite an unpleasant shock to wake up to the lab tech drawing blood starting with a needle poke and ending with a bandaid. Soon after that, transport arrived with a wheelchair to take him down for an X-ray. We were used to someone arriving and doing the X-ray right in his room. Just after breakfast we were giving him the oral meds he hates, and just after he finished taking the last one, Elijah threw everything up, including breakfast. :(
The rest of the day we walked all over the hospital. We got to take Elijah with us down to the cafeteria to eat instead of ordering a tray to his room. We discovered the children's floor library and read a few books. We spent a little time in the playroom, took a trip to a vending machine, watched movies, and walked some more.
Just as soon as Elijah fell asleep after dinner, exhausted from walking and walking and walking, the night nurse came in with another round of oral meds. Seeing panic and terror in my baby's eyes as I coaxed him to eat a Popsicle slush mixed with crushed potassium (while he cried and told me it tasted yucky) made me want to toss it in the trash, carry him out to the car and drive home. Good sense prevailed.
This morning's X-ray showed less fluid around his lungs, but still more than is safe, so we will stay another night, monitor, check blood and take an X-ray in the morning, and pray for good news.