Day +3

It's getting more challenging. Zoe is in quite a bit of discomfort--and it's hard to watch. Her mouth is tearing up inside, she has so much mucous, she's miserable.

I know she won't consciously remember any of this, but it's very difficult to watch an innocent go through something they don't comprehend.

She's gotten so intolerant of people putting things in her mouth, especially the suction tube, that she screams angrily and whips her head from side to side in protest. At least it's clear she's maintaining some neck muscle tone.

We see sun breaks of playful Zoe here and there, but mostly otherwise she's conked out from the meds. I'm learning to love narcotics if only for the way they help her manage the pain.

I'm continuing to explore the swanky real estate around the hospital. Today my friend Risa and I walked the neighborhood and came upon a couple "free" signs in front of a water-view house. A jogger stroller and a kid's bike that attaches to the back of an adult bicycle: both in pretty great shape. We trotted back to the hospital with the bike balanced between us (neither of us wanted the jogger)--her son Zane is in for some great fun! One Laurelhurst person's junk...