After spending last night at my in laws' house (with Abby, Isaac and Brady -- thanks mom and dad!), I headed back home this morning to get changed and drive our other car to CHO. When I arrived, Logan had just finished having a sponge bath, which he did not appreciate. At all. He was still fairly heavily sedated, but flailed and shook his head NO when asked questions and was generally disagreeable. The rest of the day was much the same, with him drifting in and out of very loose consciousness. He didn't open his eyes, but rubbed Lambie's ears a few times, which is something he does for comfort on a routine basis, and cried in frustration --those awful, silent, chest-heaving, intubated cries-- when he wasn't allowed to yank the tube from his throat.
The team is carefully monitoring his blood pressure and keeping his systolic number under 130 via medication on an as-needed basis. The MRI he had last night, as far as I'm aware, didn't show anything definitive, and the CSF culture hasn't yet grown any bacteria. That doesn't mean that he doesn't have meningitis, but the consensus is that he does indeed have some sort of infection.
Right now, Dr. S is operating to remove his shunt, since hardware can become a breeding ground for bacteria.
I could say a lot more, but those are the brass tacks and I'm tired. I'm trying to be still and rest in God's finished work. THANK YOU for being on Team Logan.