Time, Time, and More Time

You know, I've come to the conclusion from being here for a week, that time does not exist in a hospital. It's like time is not anything that people use. I was talking to the doctor this morning and realized that it has been 7 days. Luckily, she is doing better. They were talking about sending us home today, but last night she kind of had a relapse and threw up quite a bit again. So, we are starting over again this morning, and seeing how she does with her feeding today. They don't really want to do a whole lot over the weekend since a new doctor will be in on Monday and will be here for two weeks. So, if she doesn't do well today and through the night, then we will probably see what happens on Monday. So, it's a big waiting game again today. Not much to report on, just more waiting. It was hard to get the news that we wouldn't be going home, but I would much rather be here that to get her home and then have to bring her in again. Plus, they all aren't bad. :) We even had one of her past nurses stop by this morning cause she saw that we were still here. Even though she was on the other side of the hospital, she wanted to come say hi. They are awesome.