Anesthesia has officially run it's course. There's nothing from keeping Olivia letting everyone know exactly how mad and unhappy she is in her current environment. Her voice is still super soft and scratchy from intubation, but her sats and all other vitals jump all over the board whenever people of the medical profession cross the threshold of her room for any reason and she lets them know. She spent the night in either Brian or my arms in the lovely recliner in her room.
Progress was made in the way of fluids and around 1am she even started eating some macaroni and cheese. After her EKG this morning she decided that she wanted out of the room, so we detached all the wires and monitors and sprung her loose. That might have been a mistake though as now she wants nothing but to see the hospital behind her. Cardiology has to do rounds and we still need a chest xray before there's going to be any talk of hitting the road.
Until then, Liv is her firecracker self. All dressings on sites have been changed but she's still a hot sticky mess in dire need of a shower (since she can't bathe for the next week). Sats are still in the high 80's low 90's, resting heart rate is around 100-110. Everything looks great from what I can tell - hopefully the doctors agree.