On the first day of Swedish my True Love said to me, "I'll see you in a day, or two, or three." Little did we know that we'd be here 12 1/2 days later!
The doctor just updated me on the sleep study results. Oliver doesn't appear to have apnea. She thinks he still needs oxygen because his lungs are still recovering from the RSV. It is, however, rather discouraging to keep posting, "Oliver is doing great, but we are still here," so tomorrow I'm going to write absurd fictional posts.
I did have a great day today! Susan, my roommate from Children's Hospital, and I chatted about the joys of G-tubes over breakfast. Our conversation about suctioning
traechs and stomach surgery probably grossed out the other diners, but it was entertaining for me!
Alex, Isaac and I had dinner together and then saw the Gingerbread House display at the Downtown
Sheraton Hotel. Meanwhile Eric and his World Vision team served dinner to the Seattle street kids at New Horizons. (Eric and I met 7 1/2 years ago at New Horizons!)
It is nearly 11 p.m. and I'm off to sleep in my cot. Visions of my pillow top mattress and down pillows dance in my head.