Overnight, Roscoe did well. He had one episode where he desaturated into the 50's, but aside from that he was stable. Before I went to bed from around 11-12 I stood by his bed and read him a goodnight story. His eyes weren't open due to the continued sedation and puffiness, but I hoped it would help. I read through the entire Rhyme Bible from start to finish. When he was more active prior to this week, he loved to watch our mouths as we read him the rhyming bible stories. Other books he liked to focus on the pictures, but this one he liked to just watch us read.
Last night at 10pm, Roscoe's blood test showed high CO2. Thursday was 45 (healthy), Friday was 55, Saturday was 65, and then last night was 80. Thankfully, the doctor gave him another chance to get a good reading before making any adjustments. I woke up this morning at 5:30am and went down to check: the new blood test came back in the 50's! Since Roscoe is doing better than yesterday, they lowered the breathing rate slightly. He is still receiving 100% oxygen and his lungs are not yet breathing by their own power, so we have a long way to go.
Weeks ago I had planned to spend Father's Day at church and then come to see my happy little boy. Yesterday, I had mentally prepared (as much as one can) to close the day with my son dying in my arms. At one point I whispered into his ear that he would get to see God soon, and that God would take care of him when he got there. Today, I received the best Father's Day present possible: my son is alive. I was able to hold his hands, watch him wiggle, and even look into his groggy little eyes. Today I received the gift of time and I am eternally grateful.