One day during the week in January, my wife texted me to let me know they were going to try extubation again. I was hoping this didn’t turn into the chest-closing saga, so I prayed hard that this would work. And it did! He got the tube out of his throat and was on bi-pap for a little bit and did so well, they just put him on a nasal cannula for a tiny bit of oxygen. Success! Chest closed? Check. Breathing tube out? Check. Next up: get the heck outta the hospital!
But, as usual, that would take a little bit of time. Anyways, it was super difficult to concentrate on work because I couldn’t wait to go see Nolan and hold him. I got there and the nurses were happy and so was I. Even the doctors and nurse practitioners were happy with Nolan’s progress. Life was good. The best part: I didn’t have to sit next to Nolan, I got to sit with Nolan.
Life was really good. This is what I waited weeks for. Seeing him without that tube in his mouth that would make his lips look all twisted sucked, but now I could see his little lips and his little nose and even hear him cry. Oh the cries. Who would’ve thought that I’d be so happy to hear a baby cry! So that’s how it would go: I could hold Nolan and talk baseball, tell him my corny jokes, doze off together…whatever. It was just great we were doing it together.