I’m sitting and watching her wondering if the regularly two missed breaths are significant. It’s a waiting game now. I don’t know if it will happen today or tomorrow or next week or the week after that. Some moments I don’t feel like it’s going to happen at all.
She can be slack jawed and missing the odd breath. Her SATS are at 85 -90 but pulse is good. Then she wakes, turns her head and looks at me. Very occasional drinks but often appears to struggle with that. Apart from missing the odd breaths she’s breathing well.
I’m torturing myself with trying to be present as much as possible but also juggle family and work. Christmas seems like a nightmare of pretence. The world is still turning and I feel like I’m going mad.