Food, Family, and dare I say it...Fun

What a day we have had! I forgot to tell you yesterday that after Noah's second surgery we were moved into a private PICU room. That's private people. No large room with three other kiddos in it. No ridiculous beeping from four monitors. No parade of doctors, nurses, residents, interns, and fellows coming through. Just a nice, private room that we can call our own.

Well...last night...just as we were getting our Little Man settled for the evening, we were surprised by a visit from my brother Adam, sister-in-law Melissa, and their kiddos Hunter and Brooklyn. How special!!!! They were on their way from Susanville to Fresno for Thanksgiving and decided to make a slight detour. It was so nice to visit with them and feel their love pouring out over Mr. Man.

This morning, after a visit from our MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologis, we were able to try giving Noah a bit of blue colored Pedialyte to see if he tolerated it as well as check to make sure he couldn't aspirate. After a nice slow start, we increased the amount he received and stood back. So far, so good. No coughing, no gagging, no vomiting, no aspirating. Yeah!

We soon got the OK to start Mr. Man back on his special formula {he can't get his homemade food while in the PICU}. Once again...no coughing, no gagging, no vomiting, no aspirating! Yeah! And can I tell you how HAPPY our Little Man was with a bit of food in his tummy. He sat in his crib for almost four hours, playing with toys that have been provided for us in the hospital.

Can you believe it?!?

He threw balls all over our room {including at the nurse when she was trying to take his blood pressure}, played with his reflection in a crib mounted mirror, read several books while getting a nebulizer treatment, taught Charlie how to jump out of the crib, quickly regretted that Charlie was no longer in the crib, and figured out how to turn on and off the music in another crib mounted toy.

Our nurse could not believe the change that had taken place in our Little Man. Finally...Mr. Stinkpot was on his way back!
Notice the river of drool pouring out of Noah's mouth. Ever since the second surgery, he has refused to swallow. Hopefully this will change, because, we have gone through three incredibly wet shirts in the past several hours. Either that, or Mama gets to pull out the cute bibs that Noah has never worn.

This evening, our MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologis came back in to check on his "most challenging case" and gave us the OK to be discharged tomorrow morning...pending a good evening.

Yippee Skippy!!!!!

Turkey and stuffing...here we come!