Josh is sleeping some this afternoon, and stats are thus far good. But like last several days, this evening and tonight will be the telling signs. As for us, there’s little rest–we are watching over him, watching his stats, and being there for the times he begins to fuss or when he opens his eyes for a few minutes.
Sometimes those are the hardest times…his eyes have this mixture of obviously not feeling good, of fright, and a look of “Daddy, help me”. And it’s that one, knowing that there’s nothing in and of myself that I can do, hurts the most. But it’s also the reason I have to be here.