Oh, how I would give up anything for her to irritate me like that again.
"Would you like to feed her? You might as well start learning now," the nurse said.
Mom was attached with a Ryle's tube, that goes from her nose directly into her stomach. The end dangling from her nose is where the food goes in. The doctor explained that mom's ability to swallow is weakened too.
I took the syringe which was filled with liquid food, attached to the end of the Ryle's tube and gently pumped the plunger. Watching the gooey material travels into the nose and imagine them getting into the throat and stomach, I winced feeling my own throat tightened too.
I quickly controlled my facial expression when I realized that mom was about to copy my reaction. "Ticklish, isn't it, maman?" I said.
I texted Maya 'Mild clinical improvement today. Swelling in brain stays the same.'
Throughout the day, she wound send random texts to encourage me and just let me know that she was thinking of us. Sometimes I felt God was near us, seeing us through. And I truly believed that mom will recover, albeit slowly.
The good news was, mom was transferred out of ICU to a normal ward.
Although I could opt for a private room, I decided to keep her in the general ward because there were nurses on duty around the clock within the same wall.