This morning Steven was sitting up in his hospital bed when I opened my eyes, "Hey Dad, can I play the ipad? ... And I'm starving! Can I have breakfast?"
Awake, alert, and appetite. All good signs this was to be a better day than yesterday. Later in the morning he downed two donuts.
His methotrexate levels this morning were low enough that he could have his first blood transfusion. That definitely helped bring a little life and color back into him too (though I think the donuts worked better :) ).
My favorite part of the day was when we made our trek out to the fresh air in the "courtyard" area of the hospital. Steven said to me as we walked down the hallways, toting his IV pod along, and wearing his breathing mask, "I haven't really seen any other sick kids here." This was a little surprising to me. We passed a few rooms with open doors, "Ah, now I have." he said, as if feeling a little more like he wasn't alone. Maybe we need to get out in the hallways more.
When we made it to the courtyard, there happened to be a nerf football lying there. We played catch for a while. Steven was his old self. We looked for life flight helicopters. When it got too cold we went back in.
My parents came to visit us later on, and his other Grandma is with him tonight.
The rest of the day was spent in good spirits. I'm hopeful his methotrexate levels will take a dive tomorrow.
I felt a bit guilty though as I left the hospital. I get to go, but he has to stay, perhaps two more nights. He's a trooper!