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How to piss off a baby
1 - Take it away from its mother.
2 - Start poking it with needles.
It's kinda like Haiti - I'm getting used to the crying. Doesn't mean I don't want to do something about it, but I know that the end result is going to (hopefully) be a good thing.
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I tried really hard to make Leonardo smile this morning. It's gotta stink after open-heart surgery to have people poking around when your body is in so much pain. But that's my goal - I need to see them all smile. I tried games on my phone, funny faces, you name it. No smile.
He looked at me, then projectile vomited bright green.
Maybe that's why he didn't want to smile.
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Leonardo was discharged from the ICU after the projectile incident. His mother was so excited. He was not.
As we were walking into the 'step-down' unit where he'll be spending the next few days, I noticed a body wrapped in a sheet. I was told there was a trauma last night. I don't know what that means. All I know is that my joy was replaced with sorrow - and I just wanted to throw up.
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I fell in love. Jason is not going to let me travel anymore. Here's a picture of sweet Maria. She's 6 years old and will be having surgery tomorrow. I'm going to scrub in for it and follow her from start to finish.
I'm really hoping that I can be with her in pre-op, scrub in for her surgery, then follow her to the ICU. She likes me right now. After surgery she's going to hate me.
Hopefully I can see her smile before I leave. Thankfully the team will be here next week and they can update me on her progress.
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Lunch. I have no idea why I started showing you my lunch but now it's a trend and I have to continue.
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So sorry this is short. My post will be late tomorrow. I'm going to stay for 12-hours to be with Maria.
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