Three week anniversary

Bob continues to work hard at physical therapy and speech therapy. Like a newborn (being in my third trimester, I've got babies on the brain...) Bob eats, exercises and sleeps and repeats this cycle multiple times a day. My mom even mentioned the word "boring" to describe the routine. It's easy to see how spending three weeks confined to a hospital room can start to have that groundhog day feeling.

Bob ate more over-cooked food cut into small pieces and is doing well with chewing them. My mom is allowed to assist with his food now. Bob's right foot is slowly improving but he hasn't taken any more of those steps forward in a few days.

My uncle Zé visited today and got big smiles from Bob. Tio Zé was keeping my parents company when I called in the evening. He joked that Bob wasn't missing real food because one of his favorite restaurants, Majórica, has recently closed its doors.

Today Bob wrote "Bob" after my mom asked him to. This is significant because it was the first time he wrote a word after hearing a verbal command. Before, Bob had only been copying words that were written down. My mom said that his writing is legible. When Bob copies words, his writing looks just like his usual handwriting.

My mom spoke with the rehabilitation hospital here in Boston this morning. She learned that they might have an open bed by the middle of next week making it possible for Bob to come home around next wednesday. My mom was asked to call again on monday to follow up on this possibility.

Thanks for reading and keep the positive thoughts and prayers coming.