Olivia's recovery

Olivia's recovery went really slowly at first. She had to constantly be on Morphine and Tylenol. I have never seen her so sad and miserable. Her heart rate was jumping all over the place, many times up past 200 bpm. And her fever was steadily climbing. They were going to have to cath her because it was well over 8 hours since she'd been in Surgery and had still not had a wet diaper( our Nurse let he go another couple of hours because she felt so bad for her. 10 hours after surgery she eventually had a wet diaper!). It was looking like we were going to be there for a couple of days.
All of a sudden, about 9pm, she started getting better. Her color came back, she stopped moaning and squirming, her fever went away completely. And by 7:30am today I got my first of many smiles since the surgery. It was so unlike her to not smile so I knew she was having a rough go when she wouldn't even come close for 24 hours. It was no accident that she perked up so quickly. I know it was from all of your prayers. And all I can say is thank you.
We are home now and she has yet to need anything other than Tylenol since about midnight. She is happy and smiling, not quite back all the way but who could expect that? She's eating without issue, just a little less than normal. And I cant even tell you how strange it is to have her spit-up totally eliminated.

Here are a few pictures of her recovery... most are from this morning as they were not near as sad.

She fell asleep holding her Daddy's thumb.

She slept for about 10 hours straight after her surgery. She would get upset, get more medication through her IV  and eventually land herself back in this position. She was in our arms for almost 12 straight hours. Who could put her down after that day?

I love this because you can get a good idea of how little she is.

Her first bottle in almost 24 hours. Seriously. They had to ease her so slowly because of the stomach trauma. No bottle for 3 hours after. Then a half ounce of pedialite. 3 hours later she got 1 ounce of formula. after another 3 hours she got 1 1/2 ounce of formula. 3 more hours for 2 ounces... you get the picture... terrible. Each time the bottle was gone she would just scream, which was sad in and of itself seeing as she was horse from the breathing tube she'd had in the OR.
getting a little happier... and a little less red.

and here she came back!!! This was at about 9 this morning.

I love this girl and her strength is a joy to witness. I am in awe of her.