Day #8 (part 3)

The watch that daddy was determined to have back.

It was dropped overboard and obviously, Daddy couldn't get

it off of his mind. So he made a deal with some friends from the ward.

They put on their scuba suits and found

it on the bottom of Pineview, a week later, still ticking.

The power of Suunto.

Just to round off the evening....

Matthew and I stopped at the hospital hoping to get in on some awake time with Daddy.

Success!!! He opened his eye and we had a great little conversation! His throat is very sore. The doctor said that usually they deflate the balloon before pulling it out. So when these rebel guys take out their own tubes, they miss out on the opportunity of dealing with the professionals and it can be quite painful!

He was extremely lucid, and knew who we were. We were wondering if there was some slight memory loss earlier, but he was right with us on everything.

He would keep falling asleep and then every 30 seconds or so would wake up and we would keep going with the conversation. He kept asking for some water. We were allowed to let him suck on a sponge on a stick that we dipped in water. After a few swabs of those he sighed and said "can't I have something else?"

(he sure sounds like my grandpa Harold

with his raspy throat!)

We rounded up a nurse and got him a tiny bit of orange juice. 

"Oh that is excellent!"

"Give me some more!"

"More please!"

"That's delicious!"

"More please"....

"Daddy, who is your favorite kid?"
"You. More please"

His voice got a little less raspy. But oh was he tired. He gave our hands some very strong squeezes! We couldn't get him to open that left eye for us, though he had done that earlier.

We played him the theme song from "All Creatures great and small" and there was a definite look of satisfaction with that little tune.

It was so good! He is definitely with us! We are just praying that his oxygen levels stay up so that he can stay off the ventilator. The doctor said that just maybe he could have something to eat tomorrow. Mom laughed when we told her that he was continually requesting food. Apparently, every time he wakes up from anesthesia, he always wants grapes and cantaloupe.

He said "where is your mother?" 

"She is on a walk with a chum."
"Oh boy!"

He was so very tired! He kept squeezing our hands and fell asleep squeezing mine. We could have stayed all night!!

He had a few coughing fits that scared us. He kept adjusting to get comfortable on that short little bed. And oh boy, was he a sucker for the orange juice!!

Still no visitors, he still isn't strong enough. But we are hoping that he will be moved soon.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!!! What a tremendous fast! I know that it helped him and it sure made us feel a lot stronger and more optimistic!