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Ellie had a pretty good night, no spiking fevers. We were up early (about 4:30 for me) to be ready to get the early morning report. She still has the IV to stay hydrated, and still sounds pretty sick & pitiful to me. Stephanie was talking to us about how caring the staff has been-but Ellie starts crying whenever anyone comes into the room, because they always do something that hurts her.
We got all the information we needed and hung up the phone, as Steph heard some of the staff coming down the hall to their room. To understand "the rest of the story", I need to tell you that Joe-Ellie's daddy-is an incredibly gifted musician, and it seems that Ellie has a lot of those genes. She loves music, and is a pretty good little dancer, even at age 18 months. Now back to the main story--
Thirty seconds after hanging up, the phone rang again. I picked it up with a little apprehension. I could hear some emotion in Steph's voice. Emotion because--the hospital staff had comein to sing Puerto Rican Christmas carols, and brought Ellie some Christmas presents. Steph had called so we could listen to the carols over the phone. I think what got Steph (and got me when she told me about it) was Ellie-too sick to dance, but waiving her little arms-even the one with the IV-to their music.
How I love these people I may never meet. This wonderful medical staff in Puerto Rico--and each of you, spread across the globe.
We are not done with this yet, and I will keep evryone informed--We may well be headed to the Merriest Christmas ever when we get to Puerto Rico in a week.