I mentioned in my post on Brady’s last week of life (here) that on our last night with him, he had given us some reassurance before we left. I call it his way of saying “goodbye” now, but if I would have known that at the time, I would never have left his side. Brady reassured us. He had this uncanny ability to settle his mama’s fears, and make me feel that everything would be okay.
Brady’s last day was so tough, between his infection and his lungs, he’d had a really rough day. They typically would want his oxygenation up above 87%, but due to his “sticky lungs” (or Hyaline Membrane Disease, if you’re wanting to be technical) it was hard to keep his oxygenation at that level. The nurses, doctors, and respiratory therapists did their best, but Brady hovered in the upper 70s for most of the day.