Thursday (Day 38)

A double entry today since Tuesday night was pretty uneventful.

Last night I arrived to find him in his "Mariner Dad" t-shirt, that I gave him earlier this summer.
We new his former roommate was nearing the end of his stay, so we pushed to get Dad over on the other side of the room by the window. He now has his room to himself, though I am sure this is very temporary. He likes looking out the window for sure, and it brings some fresh air in on him. Brad brought in a Dry Erase board for him to draw on, and he is elated by this new concept. He is trying to communicate just about as hard as we are to hear him. I spoke with his Speech Therapist and she gave me some tips on how to work with him in the off hours, so I have been writing letters, then having him follow me. He was able to write his name, then when I wrote the word MOM, for him to write...he stopped suddenly and looked at me asking where Mom is. I said she was here all day, but you were sleeping...to which he replied, "Liar". Ha!

So, I called my Mom upon his request, and asked her to come back down. Luckily she was nearby. Now, let's be clear...I can get him to do a lot of stuff, as can Brad and Matt. But when she walks in that room, you would think he was a little boy that just met Santa. He motioned with his finger for her to come closer, to which he gave her a big smackaroo on the cheek.

We showed her his writing, some more motions, etc...before he started to get tuckered out again.
Prior to crashing, he held my Mom's hand and asked "What Happened?" He continued to ask this, despite her assuring him that nothing happened. We both agreed that he may be asking why he is still not well. We explained what happened, and that he needs to let his body heal. He has been quite impatient lately, and this may be why. He seemed very peaceful after this, so we asked him if he wants us to leave so he can sleep, to which he replied "Yeah". We shut the lights down and left him to his z's.