We are sitting here and it is about 6:30am. Little Lyla is begging us to get her some food, but she can’t eat. We are pretty sure they are coming to get her for the procedure at 7am.
We thank you all for the prayers. We are a little nervous, but have great confidence in the doctors. They told us the procedure will take a couple of hours and then she will be in the PICU most of the day.
We will try to update as much as we can.
I am thankful that we got to video chat this morning with my Seth man this morning. He has been sick, but seems to be doing better.
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I just followed Lyla up to the PICU, in which they would not let me enter. guess who was out in the hall? My man friend with the urine bag. This time he was not pacing, so he must be feeling better.
From the PICU we went upstairs to some sort of room that had 6 beds. Five of the beds had older men in them. And then there was the one bed for Lyla. I was a little nervous for her being in that room. Maybe because it was new to us it made me more nervous. But the men were really sick and coughing, and the floors did not loo very clean, neither did the sheet on her bed. It just made me a little uncomfortable. I think she was uncomfortable too, because she wanted me to hold her. I held her as long as they would let me. There was one nurse that came in and I could tell she was making a fuss about me being in there. Not sure if it was my presence or the fact that I did not have on one of those little scrub hats, but I was fortunate there were not any out in the hall. I am a big fan of sharing, but I don’t really like to share scrubs with people. 🙂
I almost asked for the nurses name, and I was going to report her rudeness to Dr Gopi. But I took a deep breath, I know my nerves are on high alert right now being uncomfortable in the room, and being a little nervous about the procedure. I also reminded myself, that she is literally the only rude person we have encountered in the hospital. All of the staff have been really warm and helpful to us. But I think she made enough of a fuss, that the nurses started making it clear they wanted me to leave her.
Lyla did not want me to go, now I know for sure I was not the only uncomfortable one. She grabbed my shirt, and I tried to be all smiley and tell her it was all going to be okay. I told her I would see her in a little while and we kissed good bye.
I headed towards the door and looked back, and she had her sad eye look going on. I told myself, be strong, she needs to see you are okay with all of this. So I put on a happy face and blew her a kiss.
Then I quickly took the shared scrubs off, and headed back to our room. I thought I was about to cry, but I am okay. I just keep talking to God. I know He is with her.