Little Miracles and a Little Hannah Montana

Teague is improving and healing from surgery. Dr. Kestle told me he is ahead of schedule. The MRI was clean, confirming that they did get all of the tumor (what's visible, anyway).

Little guy spent a second night in the PICU. His sodium and sugar levels weren't right, so they needed to regulate that. They told me that when you mess with someone's brain, that can happen. He ate ice chips yesterday and drank a little Pedialyte last night. No food yet, but maybe he'll want some today.

The biggest miracle I see at this point is that it appears his brain was not damaged during surgery. This tumor was attached to his brain stem, right in the area that controls swallowing. While he hasn't eaten anything, he also hasn't been drooling, and he did fine on the ice chips. He is also speaking normally. He's very sore because they had to pull the muscles on the back of his head apart. Serious whiplash.

One little miracle is that last night he got his same PICU nurse that he had the night before, rockin' Bryan, who is the most attentive nurse we've had. Knowing that, I was able to sleep better than the night before. Not longer, just better.

Another little miracle: I went home for a few hours last night and hung out with my little Tatum. We watched an all-new Hannah Montana, the one where Lily and Oliver start dating. We'd seen that advertised earlier in the week, and we both thought it looked good. I know, I'm a nerd. But to be able to watch a show and snuggle my little girl, and eat some brownies the neighbors dropped off is one of those things I might previously have thought mundane. And singing that kid to sleep, I'll never take for granted again.

Then I hurried back to the hospital. Tired, but rejuvenated.