Grumpy McAngry Pants

This is how my Ivy was just one week ago.  She looked and acted happy nearly every second.  She was silly and funny and adorable.

 This is how my Ivy is now.  She is quite certainly the GRUMPIEST person on the entire planet.  She refuses to smile, she yells at me constantly, she has all the nurses and doctors walking on eggshells, and she cries and flips out any time ANYONE walks in our room, even the janitorial staff.  I've only ever seen small glimpses of this side of her personality before, and for the last several days, its been constant.

She's still adorable, but not very pleasant at all.  I can't really blame her.  She is still recovering from major heart surgery and everyone who comes in the room wants to check something.  I'd be mad at everyone too.  Yesterday was REALLY hard.  I don't think she smiled once.  She threw up all day, obviously felt miserable, and kept telling me she wanted to go back to grandma's house.  My heart breaks watching her go through all of this crap.  I wish I could make it all go away.  To make things ever more uncomfortable for her, she still hasn't had a bowel movement.  Its been like 8 or 9 days.  That's enough to make the cheeriest person a beast.  She has now had 3 suppository's plus miralax and we've gotten nowhere.  Not so much as a toot has escaped her.  An enema is the likely next step.  

In other news, all IV meds were put to a stop today and she is now receiving everything by mouth.  We've stopped giving her narcotic pain meds (because they are only adding to the pooping problem) and she's getting by on tylenol and ibuprofen instead.  The nurse last night told me that she'd have to be off IV meds for a full 24 hours before she'd be discharged.  I'm not holding my breath that its going to happen by tomorrow, but I am hoping that maybe by Friday it'd be an option.  She'd definitely have to poop first and be able to keep down food again (which she can't do until she clears up some space by having a good pooping session).  Its a little frustrating.  She finally wants to eat (and ate an entire bowl of cheerio's last night), but throws up every time she does.  About the only thing she can keep down is water (and meds every time but once).  It feels like its never going to happen.

I miss my bed, my other kids, my husband, and my HAPPY little girl.  I can't wait for this whole ordeal to be over.  I feel like things would just fall into place if her digestive system would just cooperate.  Why is it being so difficult!!