My apologies for being so behind. This little hospital visit broadsided momma, too…
This morning at 3am, after Luke’s labs came back, the hematologist ordered another round of plasma transfusions. Finally, at 5:45am, she stopped by to tell me that his levels were better and we’d hold off on doing any more for 24 hours.
Good news #1.
The surgeon stopped by and told us Luke’s progress was good and that today would be spent watching and waiting for him to pass gas and make diapers. Only time in his life I’ll encourage him to toot.
Good news #2.
For the first time this morning, Luke opened his eyes and I saw a glimpse of the baby we once knew. It was nice not to see margarita eyes for once. He was a little cranky, mostly due to his gas pain. Poor thing. It’s not like he can walk the halls to work it out. We tried a few things like moving his legs, putting him in the bouncy seat and holding him upright.
Scott was able to spend the afternoon here at the hospital and it was nice. I finally met the shower whom I had neglected for far too long.
In the biggest and BEST news of the day…he pooped. I almost busted out the Macarena I was so excited. Pooping is one step closer to eating!
I had a super nice visit with Angela, his NP, and I was reminded once again of how thankful I am for these amazing doctors and nurses. They really and truly care about their patients. And when they’re in Luke’s presence, I feel like he’s their only patient.
This constant state of hypersensitivity is hard on my heart. It’s hard on our family as evidence by the kids’ not-so-nice behavior. It’s hard on a marraige when you give report to your husband as you pass in the night on to your next kid duty.
Oh Lord, sometimes I feel like you’re asking too much. Quite frankly, I think you have more trust in me than I see in myself. But we’re doing it. We’re putting one foot in front of the other and powering through this chapter of life. It might be time for me to put up an “I’m Thankful” Top 10 on the blog to refocus my energy.
My parents were kind enough to bring me dinner – some good ‘ol Texas BBQ – and for a moment all was right with the world. Tomorrow, they, along with my brother, will head to west Texas for my grandmother’s funeral service. My dad is officially saying goodbye to his last living parent and it will be a very difficult day…and I won’t be there in person to help carry the cross. But, if Granny were able to send down a message from Heaven, I’m positive she would tell me I’m right where I need to be.
As I sit at Luke’s bedside in hopeful anticipation of progress, I’ll also be offering up prayers for strength and peace for my dad, his siblings and all the family as they say farewell to a pretty amazing woman.
Day 7, here we come.