Becca was a very brave patient. She truly does like to "mother" anybody and everybody and our sweet Peds surgeon came in and she even told him what to do. I think she won his heart over, though, because he told us he would take her home if he could. He gave us very specific discharge instructions..."no bronc bustin or bull ridin."
She was more disturbed by the IV's in her arm than the pain in her liver. She thought she was in the hospital for this reason. She told me to take this picture because she thought that her brothers would think it was crazy. During one of her panic attacks about the IV's, a sweet nurse told her how the needle doesn't actually stay in the arm and it is actually a straw that stays. So, every nurse and doctor that checked on her, she informed them they were not going to use anymore needles or straws.
One of the more difficult parts was keeping her from eating the first 24 hours. They are very careful about what the liver has to process during the first day. She was finally given the go ahead to eat and this is what she wanted. We all know she loves her big breakfast!
This is our dear friend, Caroline, who used to work at the ranch. She had bought Becca all types of games and puzzles. Her favorite was princess bingo. We played probably 100 rounds of bingo. My favorite memory was watching my cowboy, Tony, play with her. (I think his favorite was Cinderella.)
This is Becca's friend from our Bible study, Sojie, and she came to visit too. She was a great bunk mate for a while.
I had never had to stay at a children's hospital, but my goodness was it nice. They think of it all. Everyday a volunteer would come by and do art projects, take Becca for a roll, or bring her new toys to play with. This was the last day she was at the hospital and was obviously feeling better.
When you live an hour and a half from any hospital, the logistics are daunting. The boys stayed at the ranch and Tony drove back and forth alot. When I found out we were going to have to stay one more night, I just asked if the boys could atleast come see us and they did. The next day Will told his Daddy that he was sick like Becca and needed to go to the doctor. I think he just needed his sister and his mama.
When we told Becca it was time to go home, she informed us that she wanted to just live there. Of course, 100% attention on her, meals in bed, princess movies around the clock, and an incredible play room right down the hall. I don't blame her. She was a brave little soldier and we will never forget the journey we've been on. Thank you, Lord, for taking care of one of the most precious gifts we've ever received.
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