Throwing up

Nanette drank milk today. Her first feeding went well, but she threw up most of the next two feedings. That's not unexpected, considering what she's been through.

The surgeon continues to monitor her chest - she's still leaking a bit of residual stool and other gross stuff from one of the incisions. That will have to stop before Nanette gets to lose the two chest tubes (unless she yanks them out herself.) The good news is that there's no sign of new infection. No fever. Blood counts are fine. No fountains of green and yellow slime shooting from her body.

JoAnn took Nan's mittens off for a while today to hold her little hand, but as soon as Jo stepped away to let the doctors crowd around, Nanette grabbed her IV line (the one that is stitched into her neck) and held on till her fingers turned white. You never know what Nanette is going to do when she gets hold of something.

Even with the chest tubes still in, her morphine dose is down by half. JoAnn says Nanijo spent a lot of the day gazing at her mom.

That's what I'd be doing right now, if I was there.

(Love ya, Jo. Miss ya. See you Friday morning!)