Anders-on Starship

Nothing's gonna stop us now?
First of all the good news. Anders is going down from 17 breaths per minute to 14 breaths per minute at 4 am tomorrow morning. His sodium level is up to 128 as of the last reading at 3 pm this afternoon. Also, the rain has stopped and I think the weekend will be nice.
They are moving toward extubating Anders in the near future. I would guess either tomorrow or Saturday. He will either get the cpap or the regular nostril prongs you see on the slot players at the casino.
It's interesting that his sodium would be low since it was high a couple of weeks ago. They give him a little dose of sodium right before the feedings. He is up to some ridiculously high number of mils per feeding--24 I think.
The bad news was the only I got to hold him. I'm about to sound like a real blogger, trashing someone on the internet. Anders' nurse today was old, overweight, and tired. She was more concerned about her meal breaks than letting us hold him.
A couple of days ago, we had a socially awkward nurse who usually worked nights. She was a bit off, but she gave valuable information and her heart was in the right place. I would take her any day over today's offering.
Today's nurse wanted to sit down with a Davanni's pizza, put in earplugs and forget about the world! She wouldn't let us hold in the afternoon because of the shift change (that happens, so I could wait the 15 minutes for that), but then she tacked on another 30 minute wait for his feeding to finish.
Other times with other nurses, we had held Anders while he fed. I even held his feeding tube one time! So we left and went to the Mall of America where Anna bought Mandy a gift from the "As Seen on TV Store." When we got back to the hospital another feeding was occurring.
The nurse was trying her darndest to not allow me to hold Anders, but I got a little surly and let my displeasure be known. I made a lactation nurse cry a couple weeks ago, so I hope I'm not getting a reputation here.
The nurse decided that if his gas was good we could hold him, it was and I held. Yet, even after Anders was out, she was grousing about what a bad idea it was to take him out. She also implied that only one of us could hold him. Anna was so tired by this evening that she didn't really care, but it's the principle of the matter.
I feel an immeasurable sense of frustration when I can't wait to get away from my son because of the person taking care of him! So much about how the visit goes depends upon the nurse working that day.
Tomorrow will be better, extubation awaits...