The other day I thought I noticed something, but convinced myself I was seeing things. Today I am proud and thrilled to say definitively that Gavin’s eyelashes are growing back. As we cuddled this morning his sparse little eyelash stubble caught my eye. They are wee, but they are there. Does this mean there is hair in the near future? Tears welled as I realized how much I’ve missed his long lashes.
We are still in a holding pattern, but are spending the days visiting with Nana and Uncle Ryan. This has involved quite a few jaunts round the hospital and he is becoming more confident with his walking, but still requires a hand to hold. He still becomes tired easily and also sometimes wants to “go back to my room” quite intensely. I can only imagine how strange it feels to be out in the wider world of the hospital after so many weeks of isolation.
Apart from this issue, the only other continued problem remains oxygen. It is pretty funny that a two-year old has “oxygen tank” in his vocabulary. I spoke to the respirology the other day, and they feel fairly confident that given time Gavin’s lungs will recover. I didn’t expect that this time frame would be in the months and not weeks though. This news was a bit discouraging, but again, I know that negative thinking will not help in any way, so we need to stay focussed on Gavin’s complete recovery. It will be an adjustment, living with oxygen in the house, but I am viewing it as a temporary measure.
Tomorrow, when the holidays are finally over and staff returns to the HSC, we will know more about the process of going home and what needs to happen.