Wait, I thought she was done with these open heart surgery posts.
So when I left you, Regina’s heart repair had been declared a success. Scott and I went out for dinner and drinks with my sister and brother-in-law to celebrate. In my mind, the toughest part of all this was behind us now. The rest would be smooth sailing into more typical baby experiences. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been more wrong in an assumption in my whole life.
We got all checked in and settled into our hotel and after checking on Regina one last time in the CICU (still out cold), we went to the hotel to get our first good night’s sleep in a while. We awoke early the next morning feeling refreshed and walked straight to the hospital. Regina was still on the ventilator, and the CICU nurse directed our attention to the ventilator monitor screen. The waves on the screen were green, but were occasionally replaced by little pink wave lines. The pink ones were breaths Reggie was taking on her own, she told us. She was still asleep, but Scott and I talked to her as an experiment to see if we saw more pink on the monitor. The experiment was inconclusive.