Today was a long, hard day. Averi woke up this morning puking, fell asleep tonight puking, and filled the in between with, you guessed it, puking.
The zofran alone wasn't doing enough to stop the nausea so they started her on another drug called phenergan. Once both of them got into her system, she was able to keep most of a meal down. I told the nurses just to give the meds to her as soon as they are allowed. Hopefully we will be able to stay on top of this.
At the end of the day one of the residents came in and asked me how many times Averi had thrown up today. I just laughed...too many to count.
It's sad I know, but one of the times she threw up today was really funny (I have to laugh at something or I would go crazy). The PT came in this morning and I told her that Averi had already thrown up twice but she said she would go really easy on her and decided to do therapy anyways.
A couple minutes into it Averi started getting really fussy (a sure sign that it's coming) and then puked while sitting in between the PT's legs. I caught it with a washcloth but it totally freaked the PT out. All I heard was, "Oh my goodness!" as she jumped back. Once she got herself under control she was really sweet about helping me clean up but I had to bite my lip not to laugh at her. :)
The doctor said something today about it being okay if she doesn't eat much for the next week and that we could supplement it with IV nutrition if we had to. How long does he think she is going to be puking? That is definitely not a good sign.
I really hope she feels better soon. When she's sick like this I feel the most helpless. She looked so sad laying in her crib today that I decided to pick her up and snuggle with her in the chair. Just moving her made her puke and I felt awful. I just wish there was something more I could do.