You gotta expect that things just can't go great everyday, particularly when you're dealing with stroke, but hopes and expectations aren't always in line with each other.
Nothing bad, in the grand scheme of things, but it is a setback. I got into the NICU this morning and he had the oxygen mask on again and this time not for a breathing treatment. The nurse told me that he had some irregular heartbeats last night and that they have increased his oxygen to help him with that. His "stable" situation is no longer stable. The doctor told me it was an atrial fibrillation and that his heart rate was up in the 160's, but that they were fortunately able to get it under control with some medications really fast. Evidently, some patients take a good deal longer to recover from the thing than he did. So, we're probably about 2 days delayed in getting into a regular hospital room, which is disappointing, but considering all the progress of the last several days, I should really not let it affect me at all.
The medications are making him a little subdued, which doesn't make me too happy, but I'm sure it isn't making HIM so happy either.
I talked to a child psychologist this morning about Anna. She assured me that as long as I'm acting like Pete not being there is not a big thing, she'll mirror that, but that I might say that daddy got sick at work and he's staying in the hospital while he gets all better.
There might be more later, you just never know, right?