On the way home from the hospital yesterday, I stopped to pick up Averi's Zofran (nausea medicine) only to find out that it was out of stock and had to be ordered. As I drove away, all I could think was that she better not feel crappy between now and "this time tomorrow" (as the pharmacist said) or I was going to be really mad.
Mad doesn't even begin to describe my feelings at 3:30 this morning as I held a towel under Averi's chin for over an hour as her body repeatedly heaved. I got to a point where I just stopped trying to go back to sleep because my feet kept getting tangled in the sheets as I panicked to grab the towel, turn on the light, and get Averi sitting up so that she wouldn't aspirate on her throw up.
We all must have eventually fallen back to sleep because the next thing I knew it was time to feed her breakfast...right, like that's going to end well. I left her in her booster with her bib on until she was done eating and her tube feed was finished, just in case it didn't stay down. Then she pooped. I laid her down and turned around to go get a diaper just in time to hear her lose her breakfast on the carpet.
Needless to say, Averi spent the rest of the day wearing a bib so that she wouldn't get her broviac dressing dirty/infected and I spent the rest of the day jumping at every sound she made (do you have any idea how often she blows raspberries?) and keeping a rag on my shoulder just in case.
By the time Dan got home with the zofran tonight, she was happy as could be and in no need of it. Little does she know, we will be giving her some when she goes to bed tonight.