Pseudomonas is a bacteria that is typically found in trach tubes. It is not usually a problem and does not typically infect healthy people. But if a kid like Brendan is compromised by another illness, the pseudomonas likes to join the party and can cause a serious infection in the lungs.
Brendan’s trach cultures revealed a pseudomonas infection and so he is being switched to a different antibiotic to knock it out.

He is slowly making progress on his oxygen weaning and made it down to 30%. Regular atmosphere at sea-level is about 21% oxygen so he has more improving to do. We are hopeful that he can come home on Monday.

He is feeling more like himself. He is going crazy that he is confined by short tubes and wires and really wants to roam. We are trying to keep him busy.

We are lucky that visitor restrictions are not in place so Trevor is able to come to the room when Bill and I trade shifts. Trevor made Brendan an artwork on the nurses’ dry erase board.

He even signed it with a “T”

Brendan has a distinct disadvantage in games of hide and seek.

Knock knock!

They are fascinated with this closet.

We have put almost 100 miles a day on our vehicles going back and forth to the hospital and Trevor has done every mile. While Bill stayed with Brendan yesterday, I took Trevor to his very first movie. We went to see “Minions” at the local cheap theater. Trevor lasted about 45 minutes and then wanted to leave. It was just too loud for him and the movie was not that good.
(sorry, really bad cell phone pic)

I have to rant for a moment. All the hospital stuff and illness and everything aside, one thing is really getting on my nerves. With rare exception, every single new person every day that enters Brendan’s room says, “ooh, where does the red hair come from?” It comes from magic red hair land. I don’t know. A leprechaun visited me in the hospital and waved his magic wand. I told a nurse yesterday, “I don’t know” and she says, “why, is he the mailman’s kid?” *wink* *wink* REALLY??! When the uncomfortable moment had almost passed, an RT walked in and said, “Where’s that red hair from?!” and they had a good laugh.
I know they are trying to make small talk or break the ice. It is annoying.
I don’t reply with, “Where did your freakishly large nose come from?”

Anyway. It is easy to feel more offended by things when you are exhausted. I hope he comes home soon.