Waiting is Painful

There were loud whispers of us going home today, but the reality is we're either in until tomorrow or even Monday. Bummer. Patrick and I both are craving to have our trio under one roof again. It's difficult to remember that Kaleb's counts are what are holding us back. He bounces and squeals all day long yet his little internals are taking more time to recover from this harder hit of chemo.

Tis the season of student and new nurses. Another painful though necessary occurrence. It was difficult enough to establish a cohesive rhythm with the solid regulars - I definitely don't envy their positions of having to learn every family's "isms" and balance them like court jesters. Most of them are very skilled at keeping things smooth but now that we're all on the same page, a whole new crew of nervous learners are fumbling about. They're so caught up in getting it "right" that they've lost their common sense, it seems. I appreciate the awkward newness of their situations, but not the disruption of our man's precarious sleep schedule. He needs to sleep to heal, after all - and to maintain his charming disposition, for that matter! It was the same when I had him, except I was the practice pig and had the bruises to prove it. I suppose it's just a necessary step to creating good nurses and without the good ones, the entire process would be way beyond a nightmare!!