Thursday

As time passes, the frequency of my updates is directly tied to my relative tiredness; the more drained I am, the less often I write. I should work harder to change that. After all, when you're more tired you need more support, so disappearing doesn't help me, does it?

Anyway, Logan is doing markedly better. His numbers are doing what they're supposed to do, and his weight is stable. He's down from 15 to 9 liters of oxygen, and his repirations and saturation have remained good. He needs to begin eating and drinking again, though. I did convince him to eat 4 Cheerios (yes, four tiny circular bits of cereal) and about an ounce of apple juice this evening, so that's something. He hasn't eaten anything at all for nearly a month, so it's a step in the right direction.

He's gaining a bit more energy, too; Adam said he's enjoyed playing with the Physical Therapist in the mornings and that he even laughed a little today. That's a bittersweet statement; how often do we hear our children laugh and fail to recognize what a gift that lyrical sound truly is? Let me tell you one thing: It's striking to hear it again after a monthlong absence.

I'd keep writing, but I truly am just completely wiped out and I need to get some sleep before Brady wakes up. Thank you for continuing to pray for Logan's healing, the health and happiness of the rest of our family, and for wisdom for every medical professional we encounter. Blessings to you.