Recovery: Day 1

Our little Junebug never ceases to amaze us. Shortly after coming out of her sedation today, she was sitting up, smiling, and laughing with us. After lunch time today, Myla started fussing. Apparently morphine works for soldiers with shrapnel wounds during World War II, but has very little effect on Myla. They switched her over today to a combination of Tylenol and Oxycodone, which seems to have a pretty good effect. This morning when the cardiologist did her rounds, she saw Myla sitting up in her bed smiling and playing with her toys. That was a sign alone that she was ready to be transferred to the stepdown unit. We wound up transferring around 4ish, I believe. Its hard to keep track of time. We didn't sleep well last night. We were in a "sleep room." which is basically a 7 x 7 room with a bed and a clock. It was tiny, dorm like, bed that Lindsey and I shared. Our sleep was interrupted multiple times by a loud "code red" announcement over the hospital loud speakers, followed by a loud "code green" announcement. Then it was again interrupted by a woman knocking on our door to see if the room was empty. It was also interrupted multiple times by me being worried that I was taking up too much room.
The attending cardiologist also told us that there is a chance that Myla could go home tomorrow which is both exciting and terrifying. She is very stable. Her heart rate is good, blood pressure has come down, and has had none of the complications that we were warned about prior (knock on wood). She does the pain and I have a feeling that now that her heart is fixed, we are going to have to do some serious sleep training with her. She slept all day yesterday into this morning. Today, she only took about 1 hour worth of naps, and we are worried that tonight will be a long night.

The nurses here are some of the most remarkable and dedicated people that you will ever meet. Not only do they care of Myla, but they go out of their way to make sure Lindsey and I are as comfortable as possible. Our nurse tonight scoured the cardiac floor for a rocking chair for our room. Well, Myla is sleeping, which gives us a narrow window to get some rest ourselves. Thanks for reading.