I went to the hospital with my son last night and stayed a few hours, talking to Owen and holding his hand. He is still fully sedated but they say he can hear us and knows that we are there. Seth took the sound track from Cars, the movie,to play for him, because that is his favorite music.
While we were there, the respiratory guy came in and told us he was going to turn back the amount of oxygen being delivered through the ventilator to see if Owen could maintain the proper blood gas levels on his own. We decided to wait until they came back to do the test for blood gases an hour later, and were very relieved when all the levels stayed the same with less oxygen being tubed in. It was a good positive thing.
Seth and Sarah went back and stayed all day today. They took some of Owen’s favorite books to read to him. One of the nurses on the floor had downloaded some songs that Owen likes onto her iPod and was playing them for him. I can say enough how much all the nurses, doctors, techs, and other employees at this hospital are committed to taking care of their smallest patient. One of the doctors who was on rotation to PICU last week, Judy, came by on her own time to check on him, and left a long handwritten letter to Owen’s parents.
We aren’t out of the woods yet, but we can see the edge of the forest now. Thank you all again for you prayers and concern for our little guy. It really means a lot to me.
When I bought my ticket to fly up here, I had no idea how long I would need to stay, so Amerian Airlines gave me wht they call their “compassionate fare”. It is the same amount dollar wise as their regular fare, butit allows me to change my flight as many times as necessary for me to stay as long as I need to with no fee. I initially booked round trip leaving to go home on Tuesday, which is tomorrow, but changed that today to Friday. And if the kids need me to stay longer, I can change it again.
And while Mummy and Daddy are spending all their time taking care of Owen’s needs, I am here taking care of Amelia, who will be two years old on May 24, our mutual birthday. This is the first time I have been able to make it up here to meet her, and because she doesn’t know me, it hasn’t been easy. I am just that mean old hag who won’t let her walk on the sofa. WE made some progress this afternoon when she gave me a kiss and a hug for the first time. Who knows if she’ll still like me tomorrow or not.