How are we doing?

 

Today, I asked the nurse practitioner when we would have been going home if they weren’t being extra cautious with us. She told me it would have been yesterday. Yesterday. Wow. Truthfully, I don’t know that we would have been ready.

The good news is that we are on day 5 of this month long induction phase and everything seems to be going really well. The bad news is that we are on day 5 of this month long induction phase, and Libby is a two-year-old. And she is already bored with her hospital room.

We’ve watched Yo Gabba Gabba! until we’re both so over stimulated we’re both ready to cry. We’ve read countless books. We sing. And we’re able to practice lots of our speech therapy. She has seemed to master using the word yes, which sounds more like sssssssss.

Libby, do you want to watch Yo Gabba Gabba!?

Ssssssss.

Libby, do you want to sing with Mama?

Ssssssss.

Libby, do you want to Facetime with Hadley?

Ssssssss.

No one activity seems to have much staying power, so we’re trying some things. We got one of those ABC mats you can put on the floor, and tried to create a nice sanitary place for her to play with a few of her toys. She quickly realized it was much more fun to throw all of her toys off that designated space and crawl after them on the not-so-sanitary hospital floor while towing her 40-pound pole with her IV behind her. (Yes, the IV that is attached to her port that has been placed in her chest under a layer of her skin.)

We tried to go for a walk in her little wagon, but mind you I had to pull her in the wagon and tow the 40-pound pole around with us. There is a way to secure the wagon onto the wheels of the pole, but every time you hit the slightest bump (never mind getting on and off the elevator) it will come unhinged. We spent most of our time blocking entire hallways or elevators with the pole and the wagon fixed in some sort of inexplicable way in which I could basically get none of the wheels on either the pole nor the wagon to function whatsoever. I started to feel really badly confining groups of people in elevators.

When we did manage to move, Libby proceeded to throw all the toys I let her bring out of the wagon over and over again. I usually didn’t realize something was missing until it was about 50 yards behind us, and so back we’d go to pick it up and set up our blockade, again. Libby thought this game was hilarious, so I guess on the up side I did find something to entertain her.

There was one nice stretch where amazingly she didn’t throw anything out, but I quickly realized it was because she had occupied herself by basically flossing her teeth with her IV tubing, which I’m pretty sure they frown upon.

We finally decided to head back to the room after she managed to knock over her milk and it leaked out the holes in the bottom of the wagon continuously as I wheeled us back in the direction of the room. I’ll be honest with you; I was so embarrassed I didn’t even tell anyone. I just pray no one slipped on it. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the afternoon in our room watching Yo Gabba Gabba!