Last night my son, Seth took me, Amelia, and Michael to the hospital to visit with Owen. The last time I visited him there, he was completely sedated so he did not know I had been there. When we arrived last night, Amelia was the first person Owen saw, and started grinning ear to ear. When he saw me, he smiled really big and said “Hi, Granny!” I couldn’t believe he remembered me because it has been two years since the last time we were together. But little Owen was so happy to see us all.
The respiratory therapist had given Owen a bottle of “bubbles”. While we were all there, Owen spent about a half hour blowing bubbles to help strenghten his lungs. We all had fun catching and popping bubbles, and pretending to eat them, which made the little guy laugh. It was very obvious that this little exercise wore him out, though.
This morning Sarah posted this good news on her Facebook wall:
“Docs just came in to see Owen. They are pulling the feeding tube today and if he showing good progress with the weaning of the methadone and the Ativan and not getting the horrid side effects then he gets to go home tomorrow around 10am :)”
We are really hoping that he can come home tomorrow. He has been in the hospital since February 10th, and that is a really long time for anyone, much less a little 4 year old boy. I especially hope he gets to come home, because that would mean I would get to go home too. While I have enjoyed being here for the most part and spending so much time with my son and his family, I wish it had been under happier circumstances. And I really miss Fabgrandpa.