Well, I think I was a bit too cheery with yesterday's blog post.  Bella had a bit of a turnaround starting at about 6:30 last night, and had a terrible night.  She is okay, but she is quite agitated and not responding well to pain meds.  Her oxygen saturation levels kept dropping, in part because she is not breathing deeply because her belly hurts and in part because she has some fluid around one of her lungs.  Her oxygen was increased, which included a mask that she absolutely detests, adding to her agitation.  Her sats did go up to a good level, though, so that helps.  My blood pressure and anxiety increases exponentially with her decreases in O2 sats, and her added agitation does not help either.  I slept from about 1:30 until 2 am, and then from 7-8.  Not really a good night for me.  I have also noted the direct correlation between my lack of sleep and the leakiness from my eyes.  I have been so upbeat this whole time, and now I can't stop crying every time one of the doctors talks to me.
I did decide at 4 am that it would be a good idea for Steve to come down here for a couple of days, so I booked him on the 1 pm flight.  Surprise Honey!  Then I called him at 5:30 am to share this information with him, and I am sure I gave him a heart attack.  I feel terrible, because he has SO much going on with the new business right now, but I decided that can wait or be handled by others for a couple of days.  And by others I mean you, Dad.  For those of you who don't know, we decided we didn't have enough going on in our lives right now, and SB Signs has grown with the purchase of Edgeworks Displays in Williston.  We actually started out just looking for a building to own so we wouldn't be renting any more, and the Edgeworks space (a condo off Shunpike Road) was perfect.  They were also selling the business, and it is something that we already do to some extent, so it was a natural extension of our business.  Of course this all came about before the transplant discussion, but we decided that we needed to move forward with it regardless.  The best part is that my dad agreed to come on board with us, and we have someone we trust to help with the business during Steve's absences right now.  Unfortunately we just closed on Friday, so they are right in the middle of the move and setting everything up.  So me having Steve come down here is just downright thoughtless of me, but I had to do it.  Even perfect people like me have a breaking point.
So Bella is currently resting in relative comfort, thanks to a myriad of sedatives, tranquilizers, and pain meds.  She looks like she is in the movie E.T. because we decided to put a hood over her instead of her dreaded face mask.  It looks terrible (someday I will share the photo with you), but her O2 sats are perfect, and she is not fighting the mask.  I guess her excessive agitation is just another way of showing us how strong and stubborn she is, not at all like any of the other members of her family.  I am going to go shower, or at least put another (4th) layer of deodorant on.  I have brushed my teeth, but only because this is a small room, and I am afraid the doctors won't come talk to me if I don't do that right when I get up out of bed.  Knowing that my wonderful, amazing, loving, strong, supportive, fantastic husband is going to be here in about 8 hours is keeping me going.  That and the continued support of all of you.  By the way, you may have noticed I added a counter to the blog.  I am pretty convinced that I don't actually get 300 hits a day from individual people, but that a couple of people (cough, Mom and Katie) are checking obsessively.  Just so you know (cough, those same two people), I am not hiding anything from you.  I do tend to thereputically pour my guts out onto these pages.  Well, it is cheaper than my copay for counseling sessions!