Jane and I had a nice, quiet day today. Again. More time with Birdie, more sticking out of the tongue, more tunes.
No trach change, though. Gah. But then Awesome Nurse Jane (yes, Jane had her own big Jane to look after her today and yesterday) called me at home at 5:30 to let me know... they'd done it! And it went fine! And I can hold her again!
Aaaand we're supposed to get a big fat snow-and-sleet storm tomorrow. Damn it, winter! You've been cooperating so nicely and now, NOW, you feel the need to announce your presence? So lame.
The fascination with Birdie is just bizarre. But she's holding him, and playing with the little ribbon feathers and crinkling his wings and trying some majorly-skilled baby moves with him like batting at him, so our gaudy friend stays.