Shabbos Channukah, The Old Apartment and Norman's 4th Shabbos

First updates on Norman since this morning:
When we were sitting there this morning speaking to the doctor, we noticed there wasn't much urine coming out.  Since this is the only metric holding us back from waking him up, we watch it constantly.  We came back to the apartment around 10 for some things, and at around 1045am Fraidy went back to the nurse.  They told her the catheter had a blockage in it, so they took it out.  Now they will use the weight of a wet diaper to measure his urine once an hour.  Grandma, Grandpa and the kids and Meirav came to visit (more on that later) and when we returned to the ICU around 130pm, the nurse said she would check his diaper now.  There was a little bit of pish in it, so she started to push down on his bladder and urine came out like high pressure stream from a garden hose.  Another push on the bladder, another stream of pish coming out.  (This whole experience was very weird... very...)  She weighed the diaper and it was over 30 ccs.  So was the diaper before that one.  Which means that we have now started to hit the cc metric we wanted, as long as we rely on the diaper weights.  Also the color of the urine is a good color.  He was cold again, down to 35.6 degrees Celsius, so time for the warm blow pump again.  Fraidy and I are placing bets that Sunday morning, if all goes well over Shabbos, they will start to wake him up.  We hope... We daven.
Enough about pish.

The kids came by today, chaperoned by Grandma and Grandpa.  We gave them gifts, and ran through the sculpture garden.  I showed Naama how to look at a Van Gogh (up close, far away, up close, far away).  We got ice cream (naturally) and enjoyed a nice lunch of toasts, exotic sandwiches, and Eliyahu and Batsheva ate my salad, so I had some soup.  We took some nice pictures and gave hugs and kisses for shabbos.  We would love to be with them for shabbos, but its clear to us that we need to be on top of the nurses here and we need to be with our baby.  Everytime we aren't there, there are more surprises.
Bubby and Zaidy are kind enough to join us for Shabbos in The Old Apartment.  (They are in room 10, we've got room 9.  Its like we're in an old western inn on Main Street.  I feel like going down to the bar, ordering whisky and asking the piano player for an old piano rag.  This goes well with theme of Norman being the first Kutliroff "cow"boy).  We're looking forward to some nice hot home cooked food, not to mention egg salad.  Some of our fellow apartment mates showed up an hour ago.  Two very chassidish men.
I commented early that I fear the spirituality of this shabbos, as the ICU is filled with monitors, lights and computers, not to mention all the automatic doors in the hospital.  A friend of mine disagreed, and said the diversity of people mixed with prayers made for one of his most powerful Shabbosim.  I wont be opposed to that.
Coincidentally my brother and his family are in Israel and are with my brother in Alon Shvut for shabbos.  My parents are there caring for my children and enjoying the warm family fun.  I wish we could be there too.

Tonight we light 4 candles of channukah.  Lets keep these lights going, and may they strengthen our ill and bring forth complete healing.

Have an amazing shabbos everyone.

PS - Today was a day of sunshine between rain clouds.  Getting to see both my parents again, spending time with the kids, and getting outside a little was wonderful.  Additionally I ordered two things that my mother brought with her.  6 bars of World's Finest Chocolate (YUM!) and the second two books in the Trilogy: William Shakespeare's THE EMPIRE STRIKETH BACK and THE JEDI DOTH RETURN.  I will leave you with a few lines for you to contemplate over shabbos:

page 155 of THE EMPIRE STRIKETH BACK
Act V, Scene 3, line 135.
LUKE: O, he hath spoken much.  And he hath told
           Me of the truth - that thou didst slay him, aye
           And without cause or mercy, murderer
           Most vile and wretched!
VADER:                                       --No, I am thy father.
LUKE: Nay, 'tis not true!  Its is impossible!
VADER: Pray, search thy feelings, Luke.  Thou knowest it
                Is true.
LUKE:              --Nay!


Classic. That William Shakespeare.