Vin is being treated at Children's Hospital PICU for Rhino Virus and the Coronavirus.
He's was also hooked up to an EEG machine to see if he was having seizures. The bloating and puffiness is from the IV fluids they pumped into him last night to combat his dehydration.
We're far from being out of the woods, but at least, they know what's wrong and how to combat it. My little warrior is going to keep on fighting, and we're going to be there with him, every step of the way.
Taking things one day at a time.
There's a strange unity inside of hospital's like Childrens. You know those families are more than likely going through the same emotional range that you are. You can sympathize with these strangers. With a single, exhausted, sad look, you connect instantly. Both understand. Both feel what the other is going through. You both share the experience. Both are suffering similar pains and it's...comforting. It's powerful, despite the unfortunate circumstances. You connect on an unspoken, primal level.
Children's is great. Despite the sadness and fears, it's pleasant because of the expertise of the staff, and their kindness. Because of the architecture. The colors. The space. The sounds. Distracting. Peaceful. Beautiful. Gives you a much needed mental break. Allows you to disconnect from the trauma and recollect yourself. Reboot. Re-energize. Refocus. Strengthen yourself. Strengthen your family. All of that allows for healing.