Super Bowl Sunday

Tom has known Sunday was the big game, so I had our day all planned out.  The morning didn't go quite as I had hoped, but that's ok.  I brought Nathan to the hospital in the morning, and my sister Sasha came with.  Nate had on his Packer shirt and I brought Tom's Packer blanket.  I wanted to get a Daddy-Son pic of them together, but Nathan didn't want to cooperate.  Well, guess that's what ya get with a toddler.  The boys were happy to see each other though!

I could tell Tom was definitely feeling much better.  With his pain manageable and seemingly under control, and friends visiting, he had a busy morning.  Got some appetite, and although everything didn't go down as well as he'd hoped, at least he's feeling hungary and trying to eat!  Gotta keep this up before he can leave.

Tonight when I came back to watch the game with Tom, he was very antsy.  I know he's tired of being laid up in bed, and he's been asking yesterday and today when he can leave to go home.  He has a bed alarm on his bed so that if he tries to get up, an alarm goes off to alert the nurse.  Well, apparently he's pretty quick because another nurse tech has now been assigned to hang out with Tom.  (LOL)  He's still been picking at his IV cord and fidgeting, I think, out of boredom at this point.  He does have some memory loss of Wed/Thrs/Fri/Sat due to the seizure he experienced on Thursday morning.  I gave him the timeline when we arrived, why he was admitted, what happened on Thrs, the visitors he's had, and that we will find out tomorrow if he can come home.

Tom had a shower this morning, and again about 5pm.  He squirmed around in bed for quite a while as we watched the Super Bowl, and finally he asked to take another shower.  This is a good sign to know he is back to himself because he was taking showers frequently throughout the day at home simply out of boredom and also to warm up if he was feeling cold.  I suggested we go for a walk, so at half-time of the Super Bowl, I had to leave to go pick up Nathan and get him home to bed, so Tom walked me to the elevator (with 2 nurses required to accompany him for safety), and he continued to walk around the corner to take a lap around the 7th floor.

Oh, this is kind of funny, and really tells how much Tom just wants to get out of the hospital now.  Two times during his stay since Wed, he's pulled out his IV (needle right out of his port).  And this evening when the nurse and I weren't looking, he pulled off his name wrist band!  they got a new one for him right away,

Thank you for all of your prayers!  I know there have been so many being lifted up and it has really made a difference already!  God is holding Tom in his hands for sure.

Love,
Roxanne