I thought they couldn't possibly jam him with any more tubes, but this morning when I returned from a night at home I found Levi sporting a fresh one down his nose and one in his chest on the left-hand side, nicely complementing the one on the right. They're trying to drain off the fluid he continues to retain and, possibly, start feeding him whatever you can cram through a millimeter-width tube going down your nose.
They've pulled back his oxygen to 45 percent, and his sats are staying in the 90s. The nurse said they'll hopefully keep weaning him off the O2 today and tackle the nitrix after that. They're also starting him on Viagra (for his lungs, of course, what were you thinking?)
All told, he's doing well. He's been opening his eyes, and they said when they put the chest tube in last night he was mouthing words. Whatever he said, I doubt it was complimentary, but he seems to be resting pretty well over all.
A shout out to the ones who have been caring for us so well while we're living in the ICU. Our family has been fantastic—groceries in the fridge, laundry done and the rest of our brood taken care of. Thanks also to those of you who have brought us food in the hospital and constantly inquired to see if there is anything you can do. It is wonderful to have such a great support system and know so many of you have our backs.
And for those of you who have been taking time to pray for us, holding prayer services and sending messages of scripture and encouragement, I can't tell you have many times in the past week and a half I've felt too tired or sad to pray and I've just had the sense of being carried and covered by the prayers going up for us around the clock, around the world. We love you all.