The first thing we do in the morning is call the nurse and check on Nova. We know if anything went wrong over night, they'd have called, but they work on the 'no news is good news' premise (thank god, the phone ringing scares me to death!) so we call in hopes of good news every morning. This morning we got it!
Apparently, the chest tubes made such an improvement that they're going to do the heart cath tomorrow!
He had a good night, with the trend continuing on the course it started last night. I didn't get any information on the latest cultures yet, so I can't say how the infection is doing but it must be improving if they feel like they'll be able to get a vein easily enough to do the cath.
Now, lemme tell ya, feeling good makes me nervous - it hasn't been 'safe' to feel this good lately, but shit I feel good this morning. For weeks we've gotten lots of bad news, and lots of more-of-the-same news, so good news is a surprise, which makes it even better... Does that even make sense? I'm feeling sort of giddy - which is really weird because when we first heard he needed the cath, it was bad news. Guess it's all about perspective eh?
Guess that "Big Daddy" lovin' did him a world of good!
(Later, I'll even explain the whole "Big Daddy" thing but right now, I'm going to have a celebratory cup of coffee with Big Daddy)