Who knew?

Last night I went home for the night, since I have classes today that I have to go to. It was really, really hard to leave. Even though he's fine physically and won't have other problems if I leave it was probably one of the hardest things I've done. I about turned around and came back three or four times. If its this hard for me with Ian I can't even imagine how hard it is for Moms to leave their little kids in the hospital. I have a whole new level of respect for my Mom who's had to do this lots and for everyone else who has had to to that.

Even though I would love to not have had the week that we've had, and have Ian perfectly healthy, I think I will be a better nurse because of it. I know now to try to cluster cares as much as possible at night and to really think about the patients families. In nursing school we talk about how we have to care for the family too, but this makes it a lot more real. I'm sure I'll think a lot more about the families from now on. Even though the patient is the one getting poked and prodded, it's probably a lot more difficult for family members than for the patient sometimes. I'm sure that all of this has been way harder on Ian's parents, especially his mom, than it has been for us.

Anyway, Ian says he had an okay night and that he had to go to the bathroom less. I think he is grateful that they took him off the Lasix yesterday afternoon. (That's the med that made him pee all the time). Other than that I'm not sure, since I'm not there.