For the first time in months, Ben and I both slept really well last night. My belly is no longer giant, our baby is no longer in critical condition and we're not staring down an impending surgery. Blaise is staying in the NICU again tonight, just to give her a little time to relax and heal before transferring back to the floor. I'll post some pictures later, but she looks great. They have her pain under control and she's comfortable, but not completely out of it. She was trying to turn to voices and gave us a little half-smile. We're not expecting poop today or probably even tomorrow. It could be up to 2 weeks. You'll hear us cheering when it happens.
You, Blaise's fans, are an impressive bunch. We have code on the blog that tells us how many hits we get a day. Usually, it's between 80 and 90 total visits, with about 50 unique visitors. Yesterday it was 318 total visits from 131 unique visitors. Thank you for thinking about her and us.
Stray observations from yesterday:
The 9 hours from the time they took her from pre-op and the time we saw her in the NICU were about 8 hours and 45 minutes too long.
If you, like me, are a stress-eater and you know you're going to be stressed, make sure that the only food you have around isn't a bag of mini Reese's cups.
Children's is a great hospital and, as they go, a fairly cheerful one. The surgical waiting rooms, however, are hell on Earth.
Surgeons, for legal reasons, aren't the most optimistic bunch. A big thumbs up from the surgeon as he came to talk to us was a great sign.
Our friends Kate and Andrew are amazing to us. But, Andrew, if we say not to wash our dishes, I feel that implies "And you don't have to empty the litter boxes, either." Thank you for all of your help so far.
Both the Royals and the Red Sox opening games were postponed yesterday and UNC won the NCAA tournament. Lousy day for sports. Great day for us anyway.