Old School

Back in a hospital room. But this time I’m just the support staff. Oscar’s resting peacefully in his gigantic crib and Matt’s out getting some lunch and fresh air. I am relieved beyond description that the worst is behind us. O keeps trying to sleep, then coughing and crying. His throat hurts from being intubated. I am really hoping that was the last time in his life he will need a ventilator. Now it’s just a waiting game until we can leave. They tell us tomorrow morning.




Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: