I just took this picture because of what he was wearing. I kinda matches right? light blue in the t-shirt and light blue in his PJ pants and then camo slippers with camo pants and Halloween socks? Black socks goes with the black slippers. See, no worries.
I can see all the women in Dru's family shaking their heads. Hahahaha
So things have been progressing nicely. No more nightmares. I took his codeine dose from 7.5mls to 5mls and it seems to not make him so loopy, which works great. His pain was too much so we consistently kept up with his pain meds, instead of trying him out without any. It worked out much better for him.
He's in the spare room upstairs close to us, and that seems to work out a lot better for us. We got his antibiotics on a schedule where we can give his night one at midnight. So Dru and I would try to stay up to administer it to him. Most of the time we'd end up sleeping on the couch together and waking up to the alarm we'd set.
We're both tired but happy at his progress.
He's been absolutely bombarded with awesome support from friends and family. It's been wonderful and Masaru seems to be relishing in it a little. He's received gifts and love and it's been amazing for us.
We had dinners brought to us, which is a huge help so we can concentrate on ourselves, we also had mates stop at the store to pick up bits and pieces for us. One mate said that she was driving past, thought of us, then texted what we needed and I told her Motrin. It worked out great.
It's nice to know that you have a few 'on call' mates who you can count on for things you know.
He's gotten art stuff, legos, remote control things, games, a star wars soft toy (which he sleeps with nightly) treats and more.
It's really opened my eyes to how I need to help friends when they're in the same situation you know. It's been good for me.
I thought I was 'good', but soon realized that there's lots of room for improvement. Like I said, it's been good for me and my soul.
So Monday we went into the hospital to look at his drain.
When we got there, it was a different Dr that was looking at how his abscess was doing. He seemed surprised that they were checking so soon.
So he got in there and had a look, I was allowed in the room with him, and he was shocked at how small it'd gotten. Only 2cm!!! He said that he couldn't see any reason, not to remove the drain.
I thought they might do it, there and then, but he said, probably, Wednesday.
So that was such great news.
Then Wednesday we went in early and had it removed. I told Dru to stay at work and I'd give him a play by play of what was going on. Emiko went with Nawang so I could just concentrate on Masaru.
Here he is afterwards. He'd had a little sedative and was super talktative, which was nice, cause he's been pretty quiet.
The nurse who was looking after him seemed nice but flaky, I didn't fully trust her, so was keeping an eye on everything she was doing, just in case.
The nurse said I'd have to wait in the room but the doctor told me I could come with him. Then she said I'd probably be put in the control room but the doctor let me stand there, right by him, while he did the procedure.
Now don't get me wrong man, I LOVE the nurses that have looked after me AND Masaru. They're the best man, but what I've learned is sometimes they don't know what they're talking about. Good nurses don't say cut and dry things, they simply say what they think but say the Doctor may say something different and leave it open.
Some nurses say things like it's definite and I've learned not to trust that, that's all. 98% of nurses are perfect, so there's only a couple you have to call out. Which I've often done.
It was good to be there, right with Masaru, and comfort him with the drain removal.
We got there at 8am and left at 11am. Just like they told us. So that was awesome right?
He was SO happy to not have that drain hanging around you know. I was so happy for him. He said he slept well that night cause he could sleep however he wanted.
Here he is with his antibiotics hanging off of him, being injected in, while playing the piano. We gave him his last antibiotic last night, midnight, and his white bloodcell count is totally normal. Good right? So hopefully things will be ok.
He's been doing homework all week and today I sent him off to school for the short day. I haven't heard from the school and so hopefully things are going ok for him.
They want to do a follow up with him during school hours and I told them no and it got a little heated, so we'll see what they wanna do about that.
It's fascinating to me, the rate at which he healed, considering everything. Again I'm grateful for modern medicine. I'm also grateful for prayers said in his behalf and being able to talk to Heavenly Father throughout the whole thing.
I hope he can be ok. I'm glad things are, seemingly, normal. Let's hope it stays that way!!
It'd be nice to just to be able to live in this house without any chaos you know?
We move in, go to NZ, come back, have Christmas, come back, Masaru's in hospital, I'm just ready for things to be settled down a little and to just 'live' in the house and such.
Some people don't get those blessings, I know, they have sick kids, who won't get well, or other things that they deal with, and my heart goes out to those people. I hope that with this experience I can have a little more empathy towards people.
So just one more appointment with the Dr, if she can meet outside of school hours, and then his surgery, which I will also push to be in spring break or a friday night so as not to miss school. Wish me luck with that fight, they don't seem to like it.
I'm not usually a stresser about school missed. But the other day I walked into Masaru class and the atmosphere was amazing. What they were talking about and just everything was awesome and it struck me that Masaru was missing this. Mr Herron is his most favorite teacher and he's missed the most school with him and it breaks my heart in a way and it just hit me when I walked in to get his homework. He needs to be with Mr Herron, learning and being with mates. I asked Mr Herron if he could move up to 6th grade with Masaru. He laughed and said 6th graders go crazy and he doesn't wanna be a part of that. I couldn't argue with him and so had to admit defeat. I'm glad he can be back at school.
I don't regret the 3 weeks missed in NZ, but these 8 days he's missed because of hospital, I've really felt.
The nurse comes this afternoon to take his PICC line out then he's looking forward to a hot shower!!