It is the wee hours of Sunday, July 30th. About 2am. Brendan had a roller coaster today for sure.

Let’s start with some cute Trevor. Last night we rode the SkyTrain in to the airport to pick up Gramma! He was very excited. He had a hard time waiting all day. This video didn’t start soon enough but he says “This is my Ultra Happy Dance”

Of course, the next morning they went shopping to Toys R Us and Trevor came home with his most favorite thing ever. Giant NERF. He tried to have a NERF war but gave Gramma a gun with only 2 darts.

Bill gets the tiny little single shots

He has to put on a costume for this treat.

I can only imagine that little guy is warn out. We are so appreciative that Gramma could be here to help Trevor cope with the stresses and find ways to have a blast… literally.

Bill spent Friday night with Brendan. Bill says Brendan slept pretty well and had a good night, he just needed lots of attention. Around noon, I met him for lunch. Brendan was awake and wanting to play. He just was so foggy and sore and had heavy eyelids. He was trying.

His goal for the day was to sit in the chair. Just getting to the chair is a huge event and took four people. He stood on his feet and was able to walk about 5 steps to the scale to get weighed. Sitting on me counted as meeting his goal of getting to the chair. So I got to cuddle him for a few hours while Bill was there to help.

After that, he was more alert. He was able to build his Lego set himself.

And he was sensitive enough to not like the picture of his hair being all crazy, so he asked me to retake it.

He gave an interview for his fans.

The nurses could not believe what a cooperative little trooper he was today. He said “Ow” about 8000 times, but did everything that was asked of him and more. All that effort wears him down. He tries to sleep, but his little winces come through.

We are trying to keep him comfortable.

He is still quite bloated and they are managing his ins and outs carefully. The chest tubes are draining at an appropriate rate now. But they started running his feeding pump and trying to get some food in him and it has not gone well.
He coughs and throws up any formula that they try to put in. It could be the pain, the slow bowels after the double anesthesia and morphine doses (no poops since surgery), the bloating around his stomach, his gag reflex when he coughs up mucus, the special formula they are giving him. We don’t really know yet why. Most patients post-op don’t have much of an appetite. Brendan gets his food whether he wants it or not. They did go slow, but he just must not be ready.

Three times he sat up and gave notice that he needed the bucket. The last time at about midnight, he was mostly asleep and he did not seem to have a second of warning. He threw up all down his neck and chest. I wouldn’t write all about this except that it meant that all of his dressings and his bed sheets had to be changed.

They gave him both morphine and ativan to deal with all of the moving and tape pulling. It knocked him out for about 14 minutes. Then he woke up for all of the work.

It took an hour and a half to get him all fixed. Then we gave him a toasty blanket from the blanket heaters and he said he was comfy. They gave him a dose of benadryl to stop all of the itching and scratching he is doing. You would think all that would knock him out. He has remained restless and keeps checking to make sure I am still here. He asks to hold my hand. He is talking in his sleep.

I really hope he can get some rest. I hope that he has a better day tomorrow. They removed the IV line in his right hand and took off the arm board so now his hands are both free to play. That opens up a lot more possibilities. He still has the central line in his neck, the one in his foot and the one up on his left arm. We were told that the center chest tube might come out later today. One piece at a time. We knew this would not be easy.