Hey, wouldn't you just love it if I said "Surprise, we extubated Colby this morning and everything's fine and we're going home in 2 days!!" Well, no such luck, that ain't happenin'. The decision was made in rounds this morning to WAIT until Colby has finished his course of antibiotics. That will be Friday I believe. He still sounds "coarse" in his lungs even right after a cough treatment, and I just don't think his secretions have cleared enough. So, we play the waiting game until Friday or Saturday. Then I say let's go for it, yank that sucker on out of there! Colby seems really tired today. Of course he is. And he's probably bored. And sad. And discouraged. And scared. And wanting that tube out of his throat so very badly. And overall just ticked off at the world. You can tell he's just sooooo done with this mess. I can't exactly blame him. I've been giving him a new tattoo every day since he was re-intubated last Friday. Today it was one Dani gave him that said "do my best," which I know Colby always does. I know he's fighting so hard to get well. Like I said, I'm not sure how in the world he got so quick so fast. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait to get this sweet boy home.
Mom is here with me today. Dad went home to Sellersburg and will be back up tomorrow. Where would I be without my parents?! In the hospital with Colby alone, scared shitless, that's where. I'd be scared to ever leave the room. I barely leave the room now as it is with them there helping me to keep an eye on things. I know it has to be doubly hard on them because they have to watch their grandson and daughter upset, not wanting to be here, etc. Yeah, it's pretty much sucky any way you look at it.
Turns out the little girl in the room right next to us is SMA Type I also. Go figure, huh? They're from out of state so I haven't had a chance in the past to talk to the mom before. Her daughter is 10 years old. Actually I think she's well enough to move to the TCC Unit today. Awesome! Hope she's well enough to go home soon. They've been here a very long time, since the 1st week of August.
I had to laugh today. The fat, jolly priest is here at the hospital on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Today he's wearing his Tweety Bird suspenders. That's funny enough. But the really comical part is he keeps getting Colby's name wrong. He came last Wednesday to the room and gave Colby a blessing/prayer. Then when we were in Mass he looked my direction and said he hoped Charles got the tube out soon. Oh boy. Then today when he came to the room he asked how Clayton was feeling today!? Clayton, really?! I said, well COLBY is doing better I think. Let's collect bets on what name he gives Colby next week, want to? A friend of mine suggested Fr. Mike needs to lay off the sacramental wine hahahahahaha. Hey, around here you gotta find humor where you can.
That's the Wednesday scoop. Going to go find some lunch now. I mean, it's been a whole 2 hours since I ate something. Bye for now.
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