Another morning, another step closer. Big Kid had a good day yesterday, and when I called earlier, his nurse said he was having a good night.
They finally switched his sedation to something that works better, so he's able to rest quietly. After coming up from the paralytic it was a constant struggle to keep him still. At one point, he scootched far down on the bed and was pushing his feet hard against the footboard, just like he did when he was an infant in his crib.
The doctor who's on this week is pleased with his progress. Big Kid is on 98% oxygen, which worried us until they explained that it was a different machine, so different requirements. They removed his arterial line, which is another forward step. Forward. Forward.
His care has truly been wonderful. We are so grateful to all the dedicated professionals who have been working hard to save his life.
We've gotten to know some of the staff over the last couple of weeks, and of course we have favorites. Some are motherly, some are grim, some are humorous...all of them truly special people who've chosen a life of healing.
One of Big Kid's nurses is an extraordinarily beautiful, tiny asian woman with the most startling and gorgeous violet eyes. Those girls from Make Me a Supermodel have nothing on her. And when I say, tiny, I mean TINY. She's probably 5 foot nothing and weighs 90 pounds soaking wet. We like her because she tells us everything she's doing as she's doing it and although we don't understand it all, it makes us feel like we're involved.
The other day she said to us in a prim little voice, "I'm going to roll him over now and check out his poop tube to make sure it isn't leaking."
She had a student standing by observing, and when the student didn't move to help her, Hubby squeaked out, "do you need some help?" because Big Kid is BIG.
"She doesn't need help," said the student. "She's like an ant. She can lift 10 times her body weight."
They barely made it out of the room before the two of us collapsed in helpless, hysterical laughter.
"OMG," I choked. "His poop tube. Good thing he's paralyzed for this. Two beautiful young things 'checking out' his poop tube."
"An ant", hubby gasped. "She's an ant."
Inappropriate, I know. But you have to have some release or you'll go insane. Inappropriate humor is how we cope.
Thanks again so much for hanging in there with us. Baby steps.