He is out. Bandaged and flailing a bit, surely feeling like he's been put back together backwards. I remember how that feels, if even a little bit. He is intubated again, back on the ventilator for a few days while he comes to. I'm told it went well. Now I go to sit with him, give him fingertips to grip, hope he can sense that I'm there. Then off to Ben for skin-to-skin therapy. This morning, I need it more than he does.