Grrrr! I've been having some internet connection problems in the last couple of days. Sorry!
The kid is doing great. He's been zipping around the unit in his walker in an effort to get stronger. They removed his stomach tube on Tuesday, and he still has some residual pain from that, but he's not letting it keep him down.
Of course, the vicodin they gave him yesterday might have helped a bit. ;-)
A rep from the care hospital approached us and asked us if they could take a picture of Big Kid and do a write-up on him. Apparently the speed of his recovery is quite remarkable especially since "he had had such a slim chance of survival."
Wha??? Yes, we knew he was very very ill and near death, but that's the first we'd heard of the original odds.
So I did what I've been doing way too much of in the past several weeks. I burst into tears. Again. Is there ever going to be a day when that doesn't happen? I think I've cried more in the last 6 weeks than I have in the last 10 years combined.
Big Kid put his arms around me. "It's ok, Mom," he said. "I beat it. I beat it."
Yes he did.
We're hoping that he can come home in a couple of days. We have the home therapy and care in place. Little Guy is going to move into the loft for a few weeks and let Big Kid have his room, since it's on the main level and won't require stairs.
Thanks so much for sticking with us during this horrible ordeal. Thank you for all your prayers and kind comments. I don't think I would have made it through this without all of the support.