In the hospital, there's ICU, and then there's 'The Floor', which comprises all of the rooms for less critical patients. Today we got transferred to the Floor and it feels a little bit like snuggling down in a cushy armchair in front of the fire with a cup of something warm and delicious after a long walk in windy sleet. Maybe without shoes. Or any clothes. And maybe carrying something really heavy. And sharp. We have our own bathroom. We can close the door. We get to control the TV (*off*). There are places for both of us to sleep in the same room. I got to take a shower tonight. It's like a medically-monitored heaven.
But the best part about it is that as soon as we got in here and got settled, you could literally see Collin relaxing. All of his levels went to normal and he passed out for two hours - the longest he's slept since we got here. He's been more vocal and less withdrawn and we haven't seen any seizures or apnea episodes. Not to say that we're in the clear, but it certainly is good to see.
We're all already in bed with the lights out, happy to be together and hoping for a night of good rest.
Thanks to everyone for encouraging us daily and going to God on our behalf. We don't tell you often enough how it sustains us.