Day 5... 6?

It's almost been a week and already the days are starting to blur together with the sameness of stability. Although, that's not entirely true. While Ford remains well and his recovery continues to astound doctors with its relatively uncomplicated course, things are definitely changing. Ford is quickly losing lines and medications and will very soon be back to the tube-free baby we got to know in January. I'm sorry that we don't have an updated picture to show you, but if you look back to the one we posted immediately post transplant and subtract all the stuff poking out of his chest you will see what we see now. And tomorrow we pull out the big guns as Ford goes for a trial extubation. Fingers crossed doubly, in white-knuckled and purple-lipped empathy for little boy-no-longer-blue as he attempts to breathe on his own for the first time in 4 months.

And If that all goes well? We'll be getting shipped up to the intolerable limbo of the ward, hopefully for as little time as possible, to buffer Ford's discharged to our new Toronto home and our summer of park-walking-picnic-lazing-in-patient-less-hyphenation-extending-bliss.

We are very grateful for Ford's Nana Rhonda driving up from New Jersey amidst her flurry of moving house to spend a few days sitting with him, while treating us to leisurely sleep-ins and mushroom pithivier. As well as for the recent arrival of The Trolls, who tolerate my flirtations with gourmet cooking with wine-soaked grace and good humour, and help keep both Christa and I firmly and sanely rooted to Terra Firma with their generous and expansive perspective on things.

Go Ford Go!