Yesterday afternoon, they moved Hank from ICU to a regular room in the pediatric ward. It was a nice little milestone, meaning Hank's recovery was going well. But it also meant moving from the quiet, somewhat spacious and one-to-one nurse/patient ratio...to a tiny closet-sized room, with a roommate and the five-to-one patient/nurse ratio.
Jeff moved us from the Marriott to the apartment across the street from the hospital. He was able to get settled in, shower and join Hank and I at the hospital right after dinner. While Jeff visited with Hank, I ran down to the cafeteria and grabbed a bite to eat. I gave my mom a call and cried on her shoulder about Hank's unhappiness and the helplessness I was feeling. Sometimes just hearing my mom's voice is all I need to feel better! And so with her empathy, I once again pulled myself together so that I could get through the night with Hank.
Saturday came bright and early as the nurses all show up at 6:30am to administer medications and check vitals. Once again, Hank was upset and cried about wanting to go home. The nurse told us that she thought that might be a possibility and that the doctor would be by soon.