Changing of the guard is my favorite time of the day.
Day 3 in the hospital I started to really become more mobile. It started with Sarah bringing me food. Thank goodness! I somewhat easily moved from the bed to the chair by myself. My nurse was Jill and my PCA was Alex again. She took out the catheter first thing that morning, so now I had the task of using the restroom. With my high water consumption and fluid IV, I was going about every 2 - 4 hours, so I was getting up and moving pretty frequently.
Believe in yourself and all that you are. Know that there is something inside you greater than any obstacle. - Unknown
Jason and his mom visited with the boys. The visit was fine, but it was difficult to contain an active 1 year old and 3 year old in a little hospital room. Especially with lots of cool flashing machines and no age appropriate entertainment. I ate the most that day, but my appetite was still poor, at best.
The machine monitoring my flaps decided to beep annoyingly for no reason and I used my call button constantly just to get someone to shut it off. I was wishing death for that machine. I made my first lap around the nurses pod that afternoon. I used the annoying beeping machine as support and Alex escorted me around the pod. It completely wore me out, but I did it! Dad and Ginny returned for a short visit that evening.
That night I got into bed by myself. The nursing staff seemed incredibly impressed with my agility, although I still felt awkward and not at all normal. Once I was settled in bed, I did look at the distance from the chair to the bed and realized that it was a pretty good journey. Especially since I did it with just a little spotting.
Jason was coming back after he got the boys set for bed, and although I tried to stay awake, I didn't. Sarah stayed until he arrived, though. I'm sure that I slept through most of their conversation, but I was in and out during it and it was wonderful to hear my dear friend and husband talk about me like I was their child. I hate making that analogy because it sounds so negative, but it so wasn't. They discussed me - my health, my recovery, my well-being with love and caring, just like any parent would a child and it made me feel so loved.
It took all of my power not to smile as I listened to them and give away my non-sleeping status. Throughout my time in the hospital, Sarah would leave the room and I'd hear her converse with the staff and be my advocate. There is something so special about this team of people that surrounded me and formed this bond of love and protection. I can't even really describe it. I am so blessed to have these wonderful people in my life.
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