We were so excited because we thought Naaman was being released from the hospital today. I got to the hospital only to find his door shut with a big green sign that said,
“DO NOT ENTER, REPORT TO NURSES STATION BEFORE ENTERING THIS ROOM.”
Wow, what the hell is going on?
Apparently, Naaman’s blood culture came back and it was found that he has the worst kind of staph infection, MRSA. He was quarantined and not allowed to come home today. Of course, we’re both really upset. He hasn’t seen his son in over a week. I keep sending him pictures through my phone and all he can say is it seems like he is getting so big and he is missing everything. We even had flowers sent with a note reading, “Get well soon, I miss you Daddy. Your baby boy Landon.” I feel so bad for him. And for me as well. I see Landon in the early morning before I leave for the hospital and for a couple hours before he goes to sleep at night. If I didn’t say it before . . . THIS SUCKS!!! I want to scream but I am trying to remain calm and strong for my Naaman.
We are hopeful that he will be released in a couple of days. But he still has 4 large drains protruding from his body draining the puss and gunk from an absess that formed in reaction to his body trying to fight the infection. He is on the strongest antibiotics they have available and he’s still sweating and getting a fever. Obviously, MRSA is nothing to mess around with. People die from it.
Even after Naaman comes home he will need to be on bedrest and be taken care of because he is very weak. He will probably continue antibiotics for weeks. He will not be allowed to hold Landon in the beginning but at least he will be able to see him.
Anyway, it’s late. I’ve rambled enough for one post. Please continue to keep Naaman in your prayers. We never thought something like this would happen to him. He is honestly the healthiest person I have ever met in my life. He had been training to run the KC marathon for months before this happened. Now we’ll be happy if he can just begin to walk again in the next week or so.
To my Naaman, I love you baby. Stay strong for your little boy.