It's day five and I swear it feels more like day 50. I can't believe we are still in the hospital in basically the same condition that we were a few days ago.
On Sunday they did an xray and discovered a pneumothorax. They had to insert a tube into his side to get the air out of his chest cavity and reinflate the top part of his lung that collapsed. Since then the hole that caused the problem has closed up and I think if there is a leak at all it's very minimal and healing.
Other than that -- there has been little change. He is still sedated and paralyzed and they expect he'll stay that way for a while. At least until he is off the ventilator because it runs the risk of him pulling the tube out. They said this morning that he will be in IV antibiotics for a few weeks, as well.
As of this morning he is still critical but for the moment stable. The doctor is "cautiously optimistic" and we are pretty much living off of that sliver of optimism.
How the feck we ever got to a place where a doctor is cautiously optimistic about my sons life is just not sinking in. We sit there all day and all night and we know what his condition is and we know that it's going to be a slow process but we look at his bloated face and we're shocked that this is happening every single time. We look at him, cry, sit down and try to get into a conversation to forget it all. The repeat.
We want to thank you all about for your vibes, thoughts, prayers and hugs. You're all incredible. Thank you for letting me update here and listening to me. It feels good at just go "WTF!", even if it's over the computer (although I do say it once a day to Gareth while we kick something).
Hope to update soon with good news.