Foote only has wireless in the little coffee shop in the lobby so I'm down here for a few minutes taking a break from the cramped little room we're in.
Porter is still on O2... not sure when they'll attempt to wean him off that. Soon, I hope... I want to go home tomorrow!! He's getting steroids and antibiotics and fluids still as well. They keep saying his lungs sound pretty good. He's acting a little more alert this evening and I actually got him to take about 3 bites of ham and mashed potatoes for dinner. That's about all he's eaten in the past 30 hours.
I have a few pics... you didn't think I'd go without now, did you? Poor little guy reminds me of an old man in the hospital gown and oxygen tubes.
He is in such good spirits, really. He's such a trooper. Whenever we move him he keeps telling ups "Watch out my cords!" When they put in his IV last night (err... this morning, technically, I suppose).... he was so upset and kept telling me "Take my hand off!" He is doing great, and we're trying hard to keep him entertained within our room. He's played with trucks and colored and added a ton of stickers to his sticker book.
Well, that's it for now. I'm going to surf blogs a little (I have 82 new blog posts in my Google Reader!) and then head back up to let Ryan go home. He's working tomorrow and I'm staying with Porter. Ry will take Wednesday and Thursday off work so I can go into work for at least 2 days this week.
Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers.
SHIT~ Ryan just called and they're putting another baby in our room. UGH. I'm sure we're in for a SPECTACULAR night.