Things Could Be Worse...

11:45 PM- Just when I was feeling really down about all the machines David is on (OK, it is just 2, plus the feeding and IVs, but still) and feeling sorry for myself, Tena called tonight and told me about a woman who has had several miscarriages and just lost a baby at 22 weeks. It sometimes is good to be reminded that no matter how bad things seem, there is always someone whose situation seems worse. My conversation with Tena reminded me to count my many blessings!

Maybe I should back up a bit. The nurse from last night called me at 6:50 this morning to tell me that they had put David on a BiPAP machine. This is like a CPAP machine people use for sleep apnea, but air delivered through a mask can be set at one pressure for inhaling and another for exhaling. I went to see him today and it was hard to talk to him with the mask on, but we figured it out with notes, gestures, etc. He had a chest CT scan today, but I don't know what they were looking for or what they saw, at least not yet.

Tonight, the boys and I went out for Chinese food with my friend, Amy, and her 2 kids. They used to live down the street and we miss seeing them frequently. When Amy called to ask what she could do, I told her that I would like to go out, but I didn't feel up to going out with one me and two boys. After dinner, we came back here and we all played, even Josie came down to join in the fun.

12:47 AM- I just got of the phone with David's nurse tonight. They checked his blood gases to verify the O2 saturation levels. They looked good, so she was going to give him Ativan to help him get rest tonight. he also said that his blood pressure is looking good tonight. The doctors changed what they were giving him for low BP (today) and it is a milder drug. Then this evening, the dose was cut in half, so the medication may be discontinued tomorrow. I will see him tomorrow morning for a bit and then come home to get ready to go to "The Wiz" with Davey and my parents.

I am still looking a this as a bump in the road to work through and get past. In the time it takes to write a post, I often go from feeling down and full of self-pity to feeling more positive and hopeful. This blogging is rather like a diary (that other people read). Tonight, writing this kept me from disturbing the sleeping Huber family at 12:30 AM with a phone call surrounding my worries and fears over the BiPAP machine. I am sure they are glad I refrained from bugging them.

Wishing everyone a restful and blessed weekend!