Lots to say today.

More weaning from the ventilator. The term is CPAP. She did two hours yesterday pm and another hour this morning. It costs her a bit to do this with six broken ribs. She'd probably rather sleep. They turned off the sedation today and are going to try to leave it off (despite in intubation) if she can tolerate being awake. So she nods, blinks, and squeezes hands as my wife and I try to figure out what she means.
I love tough nurses. Nurse (he can be a jerk if he needs to) Bryan, Lovely (drives 90 miles to get here because this ICU is the best and wears heavy boots to kick people out when needed) Lynette. They are all very very good at their jobs. Today a tough nurse basically told me that I was spoiled. This morning was actually a tough one for Ev. Fever shot up to 39.7 (104-ish), RT was worried about pneumonia (probably not true) and all of this while Ev is crying and coughing through a ventilator. So basically Dad falls apart and has to make mom come down and hold his hand till he gets it together. Not my proudest moment. I'm spoiled because she has been doing so well every day that having a little setback seems like a big freakin' deal. It wasn't. She's fine. It's just that it is so weird to hear someone try to cough through a ventilator. I'm a certified wimp.
Extra extra thanks to friend Courtney who drove from Colorado and who is single-handedly keeping our house from falling apart. Thank you Courtney!