Another endless day, but another day I can rejoice that our boy is still alive.
Big Kid's healing seems to be picking up some momentum. He's down to 50% oxygen on the bi-level, and they've been cutting down on his sedation. Most of the patients with this in the ICU turned the corner right after the 2-weeks-on-the-ventilator mark, and they're hoping the same will happen with our guy.
Apparently the new drug he was on can't be used for sustained periods. So he got a couple of days of complete rest without panic attacks. They called in his neuropsychiatrist to consult on the issue, and they switched him to a milder sedative and Haldol. He's not freaking out when he comes up, but his feet are almost constantly moving like a dog having puppy dreams.
Hubby made me stay home yesterday to sleep, since I haven't had a full night since Big Kid got sick. He's worried about the stress level and my heart condition. I scared the heck out him the other night (and yes, myself as well).
I woke up in the middle night feeling as if my chest was being crushed. This is it, I told myself. I'm not going to be able to see Big Kid through this. I tried to lift my arm to touch Hubby to wake him and I couldn't, so I cried out.
It was my bra.
I accidentally fell asleep with it on, and with all my tossing and turning, the darn thing rode up and was strangling the girls.
So Hubby stayed with the boy and I zonked out for about 6 hours with my own oxygen tank. It was wonderful.
We're off to the city to be with our guy.
Thanks again for all of your prayers and healing thoughts. I'm sure that each and every one of them are helping.