day 5...

day 5. day fucking 5. are they ever going to let us out of here?

we didn't sleep well last night. being here day after day, hour after hour, never leaving this damn hospital is getting to all of us. i was woken up not just every 3 hours when they'd come in to check andrew's temp and blood pressure, but also every hour and a half to see if he ate anything or had any wet diapers.

um... if we're all alseep, WHY are you asking me if he had any bottles? the nurses know where i keep the dirty diapers - WHY are you waking me up to see if there are any? if they're not on top of the garbage can, there aren't any! it's been five days - we've worked out a good system here...don't mess with it.

someone changed andrew's meds so he got his IV at 5 am instead of 1 in the afternoon. then they decided it would be a GREAT idea to draw blood at 5:30. there was no way he was going to sleep after that.

by 7 andrew refused to stay in the room any longer. i have to say, it's totally adorable how he points to the door with his splinted arm, huge smile on his face - this is the signal for "get me outta here mom!" it was too early for the wagon so we walked around the hallways until my back hurt so badly i had to put him down.

we didn't have the usual person dropping off breakfast. (she is very pleasant, greats my son by name and tells him how great he is until she gets a huge smile, which she says is the highlight of her day) this woman growled at me as she threw the trays down on the table.

andrew is fast asleep. hubby is fast asleep and he's snoring like a buzz saw. it's why i'm not sleeping even though i can barely keep my eyes open. well, i suppose the constant string of text messages from my mother doesn't help either!

this has been so hard. and even after they release us, it will continue to be hard. we'll need to really closely monitor what's going on with him. repeat ultrasounds and scans to see whether the mass is increasing or decreasing in size. if this is an infection, it'll take at least a month to go away...

thirty very long days...every single one holding my breath, hoping and praying for the best, being terrified of the worst.