Monday, November 19, 2007
pneumonia nights, update 3
I am taking the night shift tonight at the hospital. The Wife has been a virtual machine of motherly concern and care. She has spent the past four nights sleeping in short segments between the beepings and people coming in all night to do Lord only knows what it is they do in the middle of the freakin' night in the hospital. That's on top of the prior week of little to no sleep we had before we came here last Thursday. She is a borderline zombie. She went home to get a good night sleep. My mother is here for another night to offer her support and use her special power that all grandmothers possess to soothe and comfort.
At the moment all is calm and all is certainly lighter if not yet bright.
The Boy has made definite progress, and his lungs begin to clear so does my fear. I spoke with a friend today who has been checking this forum regularly for updates. He was concerned that I was sounding rather down. True, quite true. Things have been very difficult and life or death serious. The outcome when we came in last Thursday morning was by no means certain.
This illness has forced The Wife and I to address an 800 pound gorilla in the room and start discussing and soon deciding just what we will do, what choices we will make if and when that day comes when. . .
See, I'm not even ready to type it. It is a reality we do our best to ignore. But The Boy does have chronic ongoing serious health issues that put him constantly at risk for very serious things. We generally don't think about it because he is so consistently healthy. We do a great job managing his care and that is something in which I take great pride.
This past week has been a cruel reminder of just how fragile this house of cards is. We have found a doctor who is truly amazing. She is helping us to address those issues with deep thoughts and serious discussions.
But tonight is not the time for those.
The Boy is breathing much easier tonight, and resting more comfortably than he has in days. Although he is not quite yet asleep, the sweet voice of Brandi Carlile on the iPod will soon lull him there. He is getting well, but I still think we will be lucky if we are home on Thanksgiving.
That is all for now. I must try to get some rest while I am able. Strange things happen in the middle of the night in hospitals.
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At the moment all is calm and all is certainly lighter if not yet bright.
The Boy has made definite progress, and his lungs begin to clear so does my fear. I spoke with a friend today who has been checking this forum regularly for updates. He was concerned that I was sounding rather down. True, quite true. Things have been very difficult and life or death serious. The outcome when we came in last Thursday morning was by no means certain.
This illness has forced The Wife and I to address an 800 pound gorilla in the room and start discussing and soon deciding just what we will do, what choices we will make if and when that day comes when. . .
See, I'm not even ready to type it. It is a reality we do our best to ignore. But The Boy does have chronic ongoing serious health issues that put him constantly at risk for very serious things. We generally don't think about it because he is so consistently healthy. We do a great job managing his care and that is something in which I take great pride.
This past week has been a cruel reminder of just how fragile this house of cards is. We have found a doctor who is truly amazing. She is helping us to address those issues with deep thoughts and serious discussions.
But tonight is not the time for those.
The Boy is breathing much easier tonight, and resting more comfortably than he has in days. Although he is not quite yet asleep, the sweet voice of Brandi Carlile on the iPod will soon lull him there. He is getting well, but I still think we will be lucky if we are home on Thanksgiving.
That is all for now. I must try to get some rest while I am able. Strange things happen in the middle of the night in hospitals.
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