Aaron started needing more oxygen yesterday. Not a whole lot more, but some. And he wasn't able to come down at all during the night, which is kind of unusual. But overall, he was pretty good.
This morning I left to (try to) get some dental fillings for a couple of the boys. It didn't work so well. Just before they started on Joseph, Deborah called and Aaron was in trouble. I felt badly for those listening to my side of the conversation. The looks on their faces was a mixture of horror and pity as we left in a hurry.
Back home, he was doing okay, sort of. He was really high on his oxygen, about 9 litters, but more or less maintaining. When he dropped again, and we bagged again, I also changed his vent settings to give him more support. Each time we bagged him, he would actually do okay for a little while. Unlike past times, he would hang on for a bit and then slowly drift down.
I finally gave up at about noon and called for back-up. And the verdict? Rhinovirus and enterovirus. I'm glad we came when we did. Here's hoping it doesn't get too ugly.