Hard days

Well my little man I'm lying next to you in a place I prayed I would never have to share with you again. The days are starting to muddle together. We have been here just under a week. The days have been filled with a thousand worries. Hopefully we are starting to see some progress. Right now you have three different drips going. They are working to shut down your intestines with hope this will seal off the leak. So many tangled Iv lines. You have a monitor on your tie and they take your blood pressure every hour. Our nights are interrupted every hour as they come and go checking your stats, temp. And checking ivs. At four am they draw blood, yesterday we put in a picc line so now you don't have to be pricked so often. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done watching your poor helpless little body hurt as much as it has. You would cry for your daddy and hold me as tight as you could. Several times they had to prick you two or even three times to get a vein. You were such a trusting little fellow when you came in and now you are leary of most of the nurses. Yesterday was a hard day, a scary day. You were so white but today you look and act better. There are so many unknowns but we are praying my little man. I love you, more than life itself I love you. You are so strong and still the light of my life. 

They are waiting to give lasix until your blood pressure goes up. It is only 90/35 right now. To low. I pray you have a good night. I love you little Garrett.