While we may have started the wee hours of the day with a tube being shoved back down Liv's throat, we ended the day laughing with friends and celebrating the fact that Blu CRUSHED her goals for the day!
Bubbles were blown....
Chairs were gotten up to....
And gas was definitely passed!
We had a new day nurse this morning who brilliantly discovered the kryptonite to Liv's soar throat.... Cherry Throat Spray! This proved to be just as important to her comfort level as any of the other drugs. After her rough night, a thorough dowsing of the numbing throat spray, and a solid morning nap Blu woke up a new girl :) She was the most responsive and talkative yet post-op. Aside from being slightly high from the morphine she was the closest to "Liv" we've seen yet. It was super exciting!
For the first time she felt well enough to open presents which, next to eating chocolate anything, is probably her favorite pastime.
She got cards.....
She got a new stuffed kitten (which required immediate nuzzles)...
She also received something that she was really excited about! (sorry I'm exhausted and don't have a clue what it was but she reallllly liked it LOL).....
She was even lucky enough to get a visit from Mila the therapy dog!
The good times eventually faded in concert with the shelf life of the morphine and eventually we were back to post-op Liv. She rested once more in the afternoon and made another run at the Liv of old but didn't quite get there. All the same we're THRILLED with her progress. She took several steps when we got her out of bed and even crawled back into bed with minimal assistance. To say she's confident in her own abilities to ensure a successful and pain-free transition to and from the bed is putting it mildly. She has little faith that someone in scrubs isn't essentially an elf working for the Santa of Pain and as such she has decided that she'll be in charge of all future movements.
Once she was comfortably back in her bed and watching Netflix (hence the late update as my computer was the movie screen) we got a much welcomed visit from our friends Justin and Shelli who brought us equally welcomed Chipotle. It was nice to sit and laugh and relax even for just a little while. We also were able to help provide a revelation for Justin in that he is, in fact, turning 37 this year and not 36.... which he had been assuming for the entire year of 2016. However we weren't successful in tracking down that lost year so if anyone has any information please contact Justin directly :)
Our little Rainbow Butt is sound asleep once again while both Carlie and I marvel at her unbelievable resilience and joyous disposition even in such trying circumstances. We are truly blessed beyond measure on so many levels.
Good night!
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