Patrick woke up happy and friendly this morning at 6 a.m. During the night, he’d managed to work himself into a position where his head was resting on my shoulder, which made him as happy as can be. (He has an IV in his neck right now that makes it impossible for us to comfortably have him rest his head on my arm.) So, we found his tooth fairy money and we layed in bed and snuggled and talked. Then, the morning excitement came.
They don’t love sleep in the PICU. As soon as he was awake, they wanted to weigh him. I insisted they at least give him pain medicine first. But weighing is one of Patrick’s least favorite activities as it requires that he stand entirely on his own. Today, he managed to be weighed, but when I wouldn’t pick him up and carry him back to bed, he curled up on his knees on the floor and refused to move. It took some effort to come up with a way to coax him back to bed, but we eventually got here.
Physical therapy stopped by earlier today and asked about taking him to walk. We crafted a couple of plans that we thought might help motivate him. One of them included me offering him a wagon. But still, when it was time to get up, Patrick didn’t want to have any of it. Eventually, we just took him anyway. Once he got to the wagon, he’d earned a ride around the unit which brightened his mood and, with the wagon’s removable side, I was able to coax him to walk from wagon to bed a couple of other times during the day. Getting him out of bed 4 times in a day is a record.
There weren’t many medical changes today. Patrick’s hemoglobin was low following yesterday’s biopsies, so they gave him a transfusion. I hadn’t realized how pale he was until I saw him with color again. That meant an awful lot of monitoring by his nurses, though, which meant very little time for sleep.
I finally gave up and just sat out of sight at 2:30 and he fell right asleep. But he only slept a half hour before they came to finish up the last of the medications that had to be given in the PICU. They gave me a cart to pack all of our things on. (Would you believe this kid came here with just a suitcase that is still sitting back in my room? All of this has been accumulated in his week here!)
Then, they made a big fuss about getting Patrick ready to go and out of bed into his wagon. So I moved him to his wagon.. and then we waited, and we waited, and we waited because the nurse on the floor was too busy.
Finally, at 5, Brian texted to say that he had arrived back in Omaha and just a little while later, appeared in the room. Goodness, it was a relief to have him back.
Not long afterwards, they finally came to move us out of the PICU and onto the Pediatric Floor. This is probably going to be our home for a while… But they gave us one of their bigger rooms which is going to be a whole lot more comfortable, assuming they leave us here instead of playing the hospital shuffle. I think this is one of the largest hospital rooms we’ve ever stayed in, complete with sleeper couches and a closet and a fridge.
It’s strange to have so little going on after such a busy week. Nurses pop in and out from time to time, but mostly we’ve been left alone.
I think we are all exhausted and looking forward to what will hopefully be a better night’s sleep. Now that Patrick has had his moving day, Brian and I will have ours. I understand there is a carload to get situated. Then we’ll see about settling into what we hope will be our home away from home routine for the next few weeks.
For anyone still looking to send mail, our room number is now: 6229. Mail time is currently our favorite part of the day.