Mom was taken to the Surgical ICU after her 12 hour spine surgery. She was still pretty out of it, but we were allowed to go in to see her two at a time. My brother and I were the first to go back. I knew mom wasn't going to even remember us being there, but I felt better seeing her. Obviously, mom was in good hands.
I got a pit in my stomach every time I thought of what we had been through.
"I was going to call you soon", the nurse said as she handed me the water. She told me mom was doing "better", but instead of going to a regular room she would be transferred to "step down" ICU. She would be moved as soon as the tube was removed and they were sure she was breathing on her own. She also explained that they still had her pretty sedated and wanted to wake her slowly. "Some people really have a hard time waking up after the ketamine", she continued, "and with such a long surgery, we want to watch her very closely." A short time later they removed the tube and mom started to stir.
My sister had arrived just before she was moved. We walked together behind mom. Once we had found where she was going to stay until she was stable enough for a regular room, we introduced ourselves to the nurses who would be caring for mom. We sat quietly and watched them re-attach cords; switch the O2 from the transport tank to the wall feed; checked her vitals & make sure she was clean and as comfortable as possible. It was hard to tell if she was comfortable or not.