Well, I'm still in the hospital, and nothing much has changed. Ken just got back from seeing Andrea, and she is continuing to do well. She is now up to 6 ml of milk per feeding. We just found out that one of our favorite nurses has been assigned to Andrea full time. That means that any time she is working, this one nurse will be Andrea's caregiver on the day shift. Two nurses are splitting the night shift. One reason we like this nurse so much is that she's really attuned to Andrea. I called earlier, and the nurse told me that she noticed that Andrea was not her usual "feisty" self. When they tested her blood, they noticed that she needed another transfusion. We were impressed that Andrea already has such a distinctive personality at the ripe old age of 16 days. So, in Andrea's world, all continues to progress normally, for which we are eternally grateful.
As for me, right now I have no idea what the plan is, moving forward. One doctor wants to operate as soon as the infection is gone. Another wants to continue to pack the wound and let it heal on its own. I continue to be on IV antibiotics and have the dressings changed twice a day. This qualifies as the most unpleasant experience of my life. But, as before, as long as Andrea is OK, I can endure.
“Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen"