I had no idea that pulling a breathing tube was such an ordeal for a young kid. First two tries were unsuccessful as Quinn gagged and suffocated. Then he didn't want any one to touch the breathing tube. Then it became clogged so he suffocated more...

It's out now, and that part of recovery is behind him.

Three tubes draining fluid from his chest. He looks like a pin cushion. His only words right now are water, which he can't have for four hours. I tell him to relax as best he can and that he's doing a great job. And I'm thankful he's listening to me.



Right now Steph is off sleeping, and Quinn is asleep with a recent small dose of morphine. It has occurred to me that having a four year old go through this is more difficult than watching an infant. I remember him crying as an infant, and it was difficult to tell if he was in pain, or if he was crying because that's what infants do. At 4, you can read the misery on his face plain as day. Or he can tell you that he's hurting, or thirsty, or itchy, and there's nothing you can do but tell him to relax and wait.
I guess this is the tough part of the recovery because he's dealing with pretty fresh wounds. He has tubes punctured through his ribs on the left and right side of his chest to drain fluid from his lungs. He's not interested in TV or books, or anything for that matter. He just wants water. For the circumstances, I say he's handling everything very admirably. He's listening and doing what is asked of him. I think once he rests up enough, things will be a whole lot better.
Steph and I are keeping it together. Family has been coming to the hospital, and giving us breaks. A family member is by Quinns bed round the clock. Wes is eating and sleeping good, and Steph gets all the credit for that. Thanks for supporting my family. I will be showing Quinn his go Quinn go pictures when he is more with it.