This morning we had a super tipsy cutie-pie, so the doctor thought it would be great to stay another day and keep a close eye on her. The physical therapists came by to check her out and give her ideas of how to take care of herself without getting hurt, like sitting down to get dressed, turning to look where she’s going before starting to walk, keeping her hands out a little for balance and to hold onto walls, and a few other ideas to help her eyes work together. By this afternoon, Sada’s balance was better and she was walking by herself on long excursions (10-15 feet)around the playroom – foosball is a great incentive to keep your balance. We made her work to win. Looks she will be able to go home tomorrow.
She has been eating like a tiger… so much so that room service called the nursing station and asked them if she was really eating all that food, or if she was ordering for her parents. Unfortunately, we have been “enjoying” the cafeteria (with all the wonderful side effects of mass-produced fast food). It sort of reminds me of the MTC.
The most unique part of this whole saga so far is that Sada hasn’t had any pain medication since Tylenol at 7am the morning after surgery. The doctors think that’s just luck, the nurses are sure Sada’s being a stoic little soldier to please her parents, and we smile and wait until they leave to load her up with homeopathic goodies out of Dr. Daddy’s little black bag. Looks like all that medical school tuition is paying off big time.:-)
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