THURSDAY

Last night was quite the night. After finally getting Ben to bed around 11pm I followed suit. An hour later I woke up to a resident doctor shaking my leg, "hell0? I need you to wake up...hello?". When I finally got my bearings, the resident proceeded to inform me that he was really concerned with Ben's blood pressure and heart rate. At first I wanted to roll my eyes and crawl back under the covers because Ben generally has low blood pressures and heart rates at night - it's just his thing. But...when I heard HOW low it was, I decided maybe I'll join in on the party in his room. They gave Ben 3 boluses of IV fluid within 30 minutes totaling 1000mls. They rubbed his face and spoke to him trying to wake him up. (I think he was rolling his eyes under his sleepy lids too) Cap gases and arterial blood were drawn, (that certainly got his attention) and the crash carts were brought in with drugs kept close by along with talks of art lines being put in that finally convinced Ben that maybe he should wake up and let them know that he was just fine. I was grateful for his quiet communication because it meant that the lights could finally go out again and that we both could continue our not-so-restful slumber that comes with being in the hospital. :)