Let's start with the worst. My baby is still in the hospital. How do you come home to a house empty of his presence, one strewn with his Lego creations, half-eaten cheese stick in the fridge and his dirty clothes? Coming home even for brief periods of time is the hardest. I think I've shed more tears here than sitting by his sick little body. But it's necessary to come home, to hug and love Jude and just to get some horizontal sleep. Those hospital "bed" chairs are rough.
It's also a chance to just forget about things a bit, hence I'm spending time catching up with stuff online. I've got some coffee in hand, and no tears in it, for once.
Soren is very slowly recovering, but like any road to health, it often comes with some bumps. While I won't get into the details, he basically came down with a staph infection that caused his skin to become inflamed and peel (scalded skin syndrome as a result of a staph infection is his diagnosis). His skin looks much better, but he is still sedated until it's not so painful. And with sedation comes other complications, which the doctors, nurses and staff are so marvelously keeping under control. What an incredible age of science and medicine we live in, truly.
So Chris and I will be muddling through another weekend in the PICU, cautiously optimistic, hoping and praying for the best. I want to thank you all for your prayers, especially since it's impossible for me to personally thank each one of you. It means a lot, this network of "real" and virtual friends we have. It certainly keeps our spirits up, knowing there are so many people we can lean on.
Thank you again for your thoughts and prayers. You're the best! May your families be well.