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Welcome to the Bob Blog. "Bob" is Sam's alter ego. Before Sam was born, Ben decided
his name should be Bob. (We should have known better than to ask, right?) And it stuck. As
Sam gets better and better, Ben calls him "Bob" a little less. We think when Sam wakes up, "Bob" will disappear completely
as far as Ben is concerned. As for the rest of us, well, Bob's a hard habit to break...
I'll try and keep everybody updated on Sam's progress, my thoughts, our daily ups and downs. It's tough sometimes,
and I don't do as well as I'd like.
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February 28, 2008
Doing better
Sam did much better last night. His oxygen level was just about almost where it belongs for the whole night.
Normally, he's about 98%, and he was at about 96%. I can stand that. 87%, not so much. He's peaceful and
resting.
February 26, 2008
and one more thing
I didn't really want to know, but a few hours ago I hooked Sam up to his oxygen monitor. It read 91%, which is
slightly higher than it had been, but much lower than normal. It stayed there for a while, and then all of a sudden
started going up and up. Over about an hour or so, it went from 91% to 97%, and there he stays. I'd say he's breathing
a whole lot better.
And with that, I breathe a whole lot better.
So far, so we're a little bit better
Sam's more peaceful today. Not gaspy at all, really, and his oxygen level is a little better. Not where it
should be, but better. And better is good. He wouldn't let me put him to bed last night - still made me hold him
all night, but maybe tonight he'll let me sleep. Shhh - don't tell him and maybe he won't realize. I'm about delirious.
Sam's Sick
Sam is one sick little monkey. I can't remember the last time I've said that. He stays healthy, for the most
part, other than transitions that he goes through that are scary. But this time, he's just sick.
He slept most of Friday, and just generally seemed miserable over the weekend. His oxygen level wasn't good on
Sunday night, and we went to see Daniel Monday morning. When HE looked worried, that really scared me. He never
looks worried. He said we needed some antibiotics from the pediatrician, so we went to see him. Sam hasn't had
any antibiotics for well over a year.
Generally he'll have stretches where he seems okay, just tired, but his oxygen level isn't great. (I hook him up
at night, and it's around 98% always. With this sickness, it's about 90%; hospitals won't let you go home until it's
92-94%, normally.) Then he'll sneeze or poop or something and get completely uncomfortable and gaspy and look like a
child who can't breathe at all.
That's what I was afraid he'd be doing when we went to see the doctor, but he kept on his game face. I was really
scared he'd try to send us to the hospital. I don't really want to have that battle, but I can't see myself taking him
there; I'm pretty sure he'd not make it out. Nothing good has ever happened to him there. And I don't even want
to think about all the stuff he could catch.
So we're throwing some antibiotics at him now and hoping he'll behave better. He won't let me put him to bed.
He wakes up and gets upset every time I try, so I just hold him all night while I sit on the couch and he's happy with
that. Bossy little boy.
Pray we get through this one with no dramatics.
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