Passing the Time

Rowie's now been moved from ICU and into the Prince Charles Hospital, which is next door. Dr. Clarke is extremely pleased with her progress thus far and is confident that she will recover "as expected". The anesthetist got it exactly right in his description - poor Rowie looks like a truck has hit her! We visited last night and, while she looked completely knackered, she also had a spark back in her eyes and colour in her fingers. For the past year Row's suffered from exhaustion and with her, you always knew because her eyes seemed always to be tired. So to see the sparkle back in her eyes despite (obviously) being very tired was great for me - a good sign that she's on the road to recovery.

Rowie called me this morning (our wedding anniversary!) and asked if we could not come in today - she wants time to recover, sleep and I think, focus. I'm cool with that although I may just pop in this afternoon (have an appointment in the city) just to make sure all is well.

Oscar saw mum for the first time since the op yesterday. We were quite concerned that seeing Row with all the tubes etc she needs at the moment might frighten him, but in his usual way he'd logic'd it out - "Well, she needs them to make sure she's ok so no problem"! He's been quite frustrating over the past couple of days, but I think that's more about us than him - how could he possibly comprehend the enormity of what's happened? So when the doctor had explained to me the situation when Row came out of theatre and I said "Mummy's going well" his reaction seemed almost disconnected and for a while I was a bit shocked, until I looked at it through his eyes... his default expectation was that Rowie would be fine, and she was - what was the big deal?! Fair enough..!

So no visit today and hopefully she'll be feeling better and stronger tomorrow.