|Some of the first smiles we've seen.|
He's been pretty miserable, especially when his nose is getting suctioned out. I don't get that one. I mean, doesn't every three-year-old love to have their boogers taken care of? It breaks his heart, but it also helps him breathe better, once he calms down again that is.
He's more consistently on 90% FiO2 (oxygen through the vent) than 100% but we've only bumped 70% a couple times. In contrast, because of the different set-ups, he can only get about 60-70% total on his home vent when he's using 10 liters of oxygen, and our goal is to stay below 40%. But that's a goal that's going to have to wait. Right now, it's about giving him whatever he needs to keep breathing. 'Cause that's kinda important.
|Getting a shaker-vest treatment to loosen up the junk.|
He thinks he's at the spa, lucky kid.
So we've had "the talk" with a couple of doctors already. How far do I want them to go? What's our plan? Can I say that while I know it's important to keep the lines of communication open and clear, I HATE these talks. And as far as I'm concerned, right now, nothing's changed. He's still a full code. There will come a time when he's done and ready to go Home, and it will break my heart. But I'll listen, and I'll acknowledge it. But I don't believe that time has come.
Our challenge right now is to give him the support his little body needs to work through this virus. And it looks like that's "all" that's going on. None of his cultures taken Saturday evening are growing anything. Man, I've never liked colds, but I've now truly learned to hate them.
So we'll baby-step our way back to health, one smile, one treatment, one song at a time.