Again, my most heartfelt thanks to you all for your words of hope and encouragement. It's 4am again, and I'm preparing to go back down into the city.
Yesterday was a tough day. Hubby and I got there bright and early, and things seemed to be looking fairly good. By the afternoon, inexplicably, Big Kid's stats plummeted for no apparent reason. They did an X-ray to determine if one of his lungs had collapsed, but thankfully, they were negative.
It took them a little while to stabilize him again, and Hubby and I stayed into the night to sit with him. Then we came home and just fell into bed.
My mom offered to take Little Guy for a few days, and we're thinking that this might be a good idea. Since he only attends his transitional classes for a few hours 3 days a week, arranging consistent care is difficult and means that Hubby and I have to split our time with Big Kid. We're finding that it's easier to be there together to support each other if things are going rough. Although Little Guy is pretty self-sufficient, the burden of watching over him has fallen on The Happening Dude, and it's hard for him too.
On a brighter note, I've been worrying about the woman who I held hands with in the Family Room days ago. I hadn't seen her or her husband for a couple of days which meant that either her daughter had recovered enough to move out of the ICU or had passed away.
We ran into her and her husband after getting out of the hospital for a few minutes to get some air. Their daughter was recovering and had been moved to a different part of the facility. ThankyouthankyouthankyouGod!
And thank all of YOU for being such good friends.