We have now been in the hospital for 25 days with Lucy since surgery. I have been home one time to drop off packages. I have officially forgotten what the inside of my own house looks like. Already this year, we have spent nearly half of it living inside of a hospital. 100 days to be exact. My sanity level has finally reached the point to where I could use a Valium and a stiff drink. I would be lying to say it’s been easy. It’s been far from that. The levels of stress would probably bring most people to a complete mental and emotional breakdown and I’m not too far from it. I don’t even think I could justify or even describe in words what life has been like for Sarah and I, but I’ll try to briefly for those who really want to know. And because I need to. I’m never one to complain, but allow me to amuse myself for just one moment.
Immediately following Lucy’s surgery last month, the two weeks in the pediatric intensive care unit was a constant fluctuation of emotions. Lucy’s critical status would change every 10 minutes, from good, to bad, back to good and quickly to worse. Lucy was extremely sick. The majority of the nursing staff agreed that she was the sickest patient in ICU for the two weeks she was there. I don’t doubt it. Her constant changes were paired by a constant intake of caffeine, fast food and no sleep. Imagine yourself, literally sitting on the edge of your seat for two weeks, night and day. Sarah and I were always at Lucy’s bedside and we would never both be gone at the same time. We got about 3-4 hours of sleep every night if we were lucky. Only one of us could sleep in the room with Lucy, so I would take a nap on a couch in the ICU waiting room. It’s amazing how exhausting it is to sit in a chair and stare at a monitor for 18 to 20 hours a day. It’s even harder to see your daughter paralyzed and sedated from drugs, unable to move or open her eyes.
Showers and whore baths were taken in the waiting room restroom. Baby wipes are an amazing invention and an abundant supply was obviously never far away. You know it’s been too long once you use an entire tube of toothpaste. I’m not sure how long you can wear the same clothes over and over, but I’m positive we invented the rule. We still do our laundry inside of the hospital, so luckily we don’t smell too bad. On top of all of the stress and very little sleep, I eventually had to return to work. Sarah is on a leave of absence until next month and the medical bills don’t pay themselves. Speaking of bills, Lucy is the epitome of a million dollar baby. Already, her hospital bills total well over $500,000 and are quickly approaching $750,000 with her recent surgery. Thank goodness for our wonderful health insurance system, who has caused me more headaches than you could imagine.
But the fact is, none of it matters and it never will. On top of it all has been Lucy. Sarah and I just want her healthy and happy. I would live in a hospital indefinitely for the rest of my life for her to never have to go through anything like this again or to experience pain. She has been through so much and it’s time for our sweet little girl to get the break she deserves.
Thanks. I feel better.