The good news is that my husband doing enough better that they removed his breathing tube. This is a huge positive step. He still has a tube for possible oxygen and a feeding tube.
I was hoping to hear him speak, but it wasn’t in the cards today. A therapist came in to see where he was in being able to speak and follow directions. She asked him to swallow, asked him to say “ooh” and “ahh”. We all encouraged him, but he just couldn’t. His lower lip is swollen from the breathing tube and he seemed to have trouble getting his tongue to do what he wanted. I was really disappointed, but tomorrow is another day.
I lost it when Brian sat at his side and held his hand. My husband immediately squeezed it, and Brian sat there for a long time, giving him comfort. It was a beautiful, though sad, sight. We traded places all during the day and evening. I think our efforts helped my husband today. This is the first time he was more than vaguely aware we were there.
Another bright spot was when Brian asked if he wanted to watch TV. Imagine finding a Steven Segal movie when everyone spoke Thai! We muted it, but my husband now had motivation to keep his eyes open. 😂
We left, exhausted, at 6:30. We ordered some food and combined it with what I had left in the fridge. We hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so food was welcome.
We will both hit the hay early tonight. It’s 8:19 pm on Thursday here. We’ll be back at the hospital by 9 or so in the morning, geared up to encourage my husband while bolstering each other. We are SO lucky to have our son.
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