We made it through the night....a long, long night. We were able to get a sleep room across the hall from the PICU. I slept for a couple of hours, then Alan for a few and then me for another little bit (yep, I'm a pig.) Ashlie could not get to sleep with all of the comings and goings in the ICU. It was very noisy. Even from staff members that would forget it was someone's night time, not day time.
Last night she started having bad pains in her lung area on one side, so we turned her to try and let any fluid stop from pooling on the one side. They reviewed x-rays and thought it was all OK. She is continuing to run a fever which makes her a little edgy. She had an awesome nurse, Chad, who took such good care of her through the night. He was able to get her to do whatever was absolutely necessary without any drama and also kept things as dark and quiet for her to get rest. Got to love him! I was doing OK with everything until they had us leave for the hour of shift changes. Now my emotions are not so in check. Got to get tougher, I guess.
Later in the morning we got moved to our own room; what a difference that makes. It feels like the Hilton. Alan and I will both be able to stay in the room. Everyone is awesome here too. She likes the up and down bed and her OWN remote control. They are working with her today to get better breath sounds, getting her up and eating (she is now refusing everything except a little soda.)

We had a wonderful visitor today that lifted her spirits even when she didn't want to move. Sister Lynn walked in the room today and visited for a few minutes with her parents. We are totally touched she would take the energy, time and risk with germs to see Ash. She got the only smile we've seen out of Ash since surgery. No fair!!
We know that today sleep, movement and food will make a lot of the not so great things a lot better. Ashlie said she wanted to go home and hopefully we'll be on our way in a couple more days.