Hanging In There

Sorry things have been quiet. I actually only had to spend one night over in the PICU, which was a relief. . . but I felt like I needed to take a little blogging break. I'm torn between wanting to record every single detail of this experience (Sooo exciting for you, I know!), and not wanting to dwell on some of the things that are difficult about each day.



Thank you to everyone who is leaving blog comments and sending emails. I think I've said this before and I'll probably say it again, but it really does make a huge difference to know that people are thinking of us, pulling for us, praying for us, etc. I know I'm not doing anything that any of you wouldn't do in a heartbeat, and I'm certainly not doing it as gracefully as I might, but it is still meaningful when other people acknowledge the fact that this is a difficult situation.



They had to move my IV site again. Certainly there are many things that could be wrong here, but right now that is one of the most difficult things. This time it also took three different sticks to find an acceptable place (for a total of fifteen times in the last eight days). At this point, when I find out it has to be moved again, it is borderline traumatic. Big sigh. I am becoming a human pin cushion. Which, frankly, is not something I'd ever really hoped to add to my resume.



If I'm going to look on the bright side of things, I have to say, the nurses here have been fairly awesome. And there are a handful that I really love. I have been here long enough that I'm genuinely surprised when someone new walks into this room, though it happens on occasion. I won't share the gritty details, but they deal with so many unpleasant things. . . I'm continually in awe of the things they do as though they are no big deal. I know it is all just part of their job, but still. I really like that they take the time to answer questions and don't seem to mind. They also make an effort to stay with a patient, so there are a handful of nurses I've had many times now and it is really nice when someone familiar walks through the door. I can't imagine what we can possibly do to thank them when all of this is behind us, but it will have to be something good!



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In less-hospitalish news Harper is now willing to at least talk to me on the phone most days. She rattles off details of her morning or evening like guy from the old Fed-Ex commercials. I get the biggest kick out of it when she tells me that, "We're all fine at my house."



You know, when we named Harper, we liked the idea that her name was fairly unique. However in the last week I've become aware of two uses of the name in the media that make me think it might be one of those names that might become really popular in the years to come. Tonight a new female character, named Harper, showed up on LOST of all places. Earlier this week Matt's mom saw someone named Harper on the Disney Channel! Oh help! We actually aren't sure if the Disney Channel thing was just a one time deal or if there is a character named Harper on one of their shows. Anyone know? I have done so much explaining of her name to people, it would seem strange if it just became common.

And on that random note, I leave you for tonight. 31 weeks and 2 days pregnant and counting. . .