baby steps

I actually saw dust on my dinner table yesterday.

That means mommy and daddy have been gone for too long.

And we have not been a fully functioning household for way too long.

This second stay in the hospital is creeping up on two weeks now.

I thought he would recover quick and his pancreas would get better once they took everything out of his bowels.

Wrong.

But the cup of powerade they finally let him have after one long week of eating and drinking nothing was pure manna from heaven.

The nausea was still going strong and he was on the verge of vomiting for days and his pancreatitis numbers kept going up and up.

He was losing so much weight.

He bottomed out having lost 31 pounds.

31 pounds in 3 weeks.

Have you seen my husband? He does not have 31 pounds to lose.

They put him on a feeding tube while his bowels continued to rest.

It was getting incredibly hard to be patient and wait for his pancreas when my family felt so torn apart.

We couldn't even celebrate Lily's birthday together.

It was hard to watch Wes literally wither away in a hospital bed.

It was hard to keep coming up with encouraging words day after day.

I have never wished I could be two places at once more then I did last week.

Yesterday they put Wes on a full liquid diet.

Cream of wheat and creamed clam chowder were on the menu.

And the day passed with no nausea.

Dr. Kim came in that night and said if he keeps everything down and feels well he could possibly go home soon on a low fat diet.

All I could say was "whaaaaaaaat!?"

No one had even mentioned going home for the longest time.

Here's hoping for good things to come.

Baby steps, my friends, baby steps.