No Rest for the Weary

So day 10 arrived with much hope for progress (ie. extubating Owen), however that will not be happening today.  The doctor finally arrived in Owen’s room about 10 minutes ago (4 HOURS later than he has been here every other day so far!) – you can imagine what my nerves and imagination have been doing to me for those four hours this morning.  Not pretty.  There are SO many variables that play into whether or not Owen is ready to be extubated that I couldn’t possibly begin to describe them here.  Suffice it to say that everyone (nurse, respiratory therapist, intensivist, and doctor) are all simply making their best guess at how and when to proceed.  You gotta love people playing a giant high-stakes guessing game with your son’s life – oh, it’s just so much fun I could puke.  As you can probably sense, my optimism and strong, steadfast attitude are wearing very thin.  I still fully believe that Owen is going to be fine… it’s just the drive down this bumpy road that’s killing me.  He’s definitely not in the clear yet.  Many thanks to all of you for your comments through the blog, by email and with your phone calls and visits.  There shouldn’t be anything new to report until tomorrow AM when hopefully, finally Owen will be extubated again.  Successfully.  Healing thoughts and prayers please… until tomorrow…