First - thanks for all the well wishes. Just last night, he is seeming to snap out of it a bit... he was pretty drugged up before. Aaron is taking the day off going to the hospital today and trying to just breathe today. But, my FIL still can't really talk, his right side is still not moving, and he can't swallow (so has a feeding tube).
This whole thing is turning into such a drama. For whatever reason - Aaron's mother is here. And trying to be heavily involved in everything. His parents were married for 33 years, but got divorced 7 years ago. They basically haven't spoken (except at our weddings) for 7 years. And she broke his heart - as she was the one who left HIM pretty much without an explanation. For Aaron (and his brothers) it is very difficult to see her at his bedside, holding his hand and rubbing his head. It's just strange and disturbing. Plus, it just feels like she is up to something - which makes us sound paranoid, but she is totally capable of something like that - which is sad.
Having my MIL in the house also is like walking around on eggshells. For instance, we are currently in 'trouble' for not inviting her for Christmas. Like currently as in she brought it up at the ICU. Adam tells me that she already had tickets to go to Portland for Christmas - so WTF!? So - first WHY DOES she care what our Christmas plans are when she isn't planning on being here anyway.... and FUCK! I'm not willing to make plans to have a bunch of people at my house near my due date! What if I go late? What if I'm not ready to have a houseful of people ?! And perhaps NOW isn't the time to HAVE that conversation.
My home is my sanctuary. And this weekend, I didn't even want to go home, because I had my MIL and BIL staying with us, and I needed to take care of them AND Aaron. The only one I want to be concentrating on is Aaron. I want to hold him close and protect him from anything that can hurt him anymore at this point. It sucks.
The only good thing in all of this is that the baby is kicking around like crazy - so every time I get a big kick, I smile and tell it that everything is going to be OK (more for me than the baby).