It's been a week since this nightmarish kind of life started. A week of such depression you wouldn't think you would be able to get out of it, and then you turn around and you have all these great people standing by you, waiting for the chance to help your little insignificant family out. The outpouring of love and support we feel is mind boggling to us. Everywhere we turn there are such incredible people, giving us a smile, cheering Jake on. Even here in the PICU, where there are over 30+ kids at any given moment(ranging in ages from infants to 18 year olds), and parents struggling with heartache similar, better or worse than us, the parents are reaching out to us. Amazing!

This day is not over, but I'm reflecting on things and just felt like writing some thoughts down. Jake is still the same - wonder if I'll ever get sick of saying that? He still gets mad whenever they work on his lungs, which is every 4 hours. They're giving him this amnesia medicine that they say will help him not remembering what is going on, and I pray he doesn't remember!

I might write something later, I might not. I'll see how things go the rest of the day. Almost forgot to mention that his lungs are improving, so there's some good news:)