Today as been very quiet and peaceful. My boy has slept most of the day, allowing me to sleep too. He didn't look like he felt good today, but his temperature wasn't up. So, sleep was good.
I haven't had a chance to tell you about our surgeon, Dr. Lovvorn. We met Dr. Lovvorn when Wyatt was 3 weeks old. He came in to talk to us about his G-Tube surgery. He's very laid back and speaks very softly and with confidence. After Wyatt's first and failed attempt of his G-Tube surgery, he became almost part of the family. He was just as concerned as we were and wanted to help ease our minds. He talked to both Mike and I at great length prior to doing the aortapexy. He answered all questions we had and made us feel totally at ease. The reason I tell you about Dr. Lovvorn, is I want you to know where his heart is. Dr. Lovvorn tells us at every visit that he prays for Wyatt. Just after we were moved to the PICU, he came in very early one morning and told me how he woke up in the middle of the night wondering how Wyatt was doing. He's very compassionate and caring. Last week when he did the scope on Wyatt that got the mucus plugs out in order to reinflate his lung, he talked to us for about 20 minutes. He wanted us to know that he had reviewed Wyatt's file numerous times. He told us that he felt as though we all made the right decision with the aortapexy surgery. I can feel his love for his craft and his compassion for his patients. I just needed to tell you all how amazing this man is. How God has put him in our lives to take care of our angel. I know that he has dozens or other children to take care of, but somehow he makes us feel like we are his first priority.
So, on a lighter note, I want to tell you how gross I feel. Funny, I know, but I do. You see, the PICU has been a very busy place and those sleep rooms that I relish have become few and far between. They are given out based upon how far away you live and how sick your child is. Since we live so close, unless there are lots of them available, we typically don't get one. Now, I know what you are thinking, "don't they have shower rooms you can use?" Well, yes. Yes they do. However, I feel like when I walk in, I need a biohazard suit. They take nasty to a whole new level. I don't want to sit on the toilet in them, let alone take my clothes off and get all of those ickies all over me! So, I change my clothes daily, to keep the stink down! But, right now, I could totally use a nice, hot shower.
Random, it's strange watching the news when they are in the hospital at the very time you are watching it!
So, all in all, I am trying to stay positive. It becomes so difficult at times that all I want to do is scream, cry and ask why. I know that we aren't suppose to question God, but I can't help but ask. I just want my baby to be "fixed". I want to hold him, read to him, clean dirty hands, bandage scraped knees, dry tears and scare away monsters in the closet. I want to watch this little angel grow into an incredible man of God.
Today I am thankful for:
A prayerful surgeon. Dr. Lovvorn gives me hope and confidence in his ability to help my son.
Baseball caps. Thank goodness there is something in this world to cover his nasty hair of mine!
Hospital ice chips. Imagine Dairy Cheer ice within 20 feet of our room! It's wonderful!
Catherine, our night nurse last night. We gave Wyatt a bath and she gave him a fauxhawk. It's the cutest thing you have ever seen!