Mom had respiratory therapy last night (she has it up to four times a day) and was quite successful in getting some of that gunk out of her chest and throat. She still sounds raspy though and it's hard not to think of how miserable it must make her.
This morning she was trying to tell us she wanted something and we couldn't figure it out. We wanted her to turn on her side, to give her some movement - and before we knew it, she was sitting straight up. I hate not knowing what she wants. Not knowing how to make her comfortable. But it was really good to see her get some of her strength back. And she was still making new sounds. No words yet, but definitely some new sounds.
The OB techs were really great with me and my dad last night too. (Techs take vitals and assist the nurses). The room is about half the size of the one she had on the 7th floor, but somehow they managed to put two recliners in for us.
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