Time to get out of the hospital gown.
Lunch time while we wait for our papers.
And we're off!!
Now he's out. Sound asleep. Dreaming sweet dreams.
|Our happy boy is back.|
|Showing off his jingle bells, the ones|
that have the unit looking for Santa.
|Intubated because he couldn't breathe on his own.|
Running a fever now. Hoping to extubate and move to high-flow this afternoon, but Dr wants to talk to the ENT first. Hoping it goes well, because if they have to re-intubate they'll probably go straight to a trach. Really don't want to deal with that. Any words of comfort/wisdom from those who have trachs? I know it's not the end of the world, but I'm still worried.Then:
Extubating now. Please pray for Aaron.And finally:
|Following his trach surgery, first time I ever saw my|
baby's face without tubes.
Extubation didn't work. He tried so hard, but it wasn't pretty. His sats stayed up but he was working so hard & got so tired. CO2 was over 130, normal 35-45 & his ph balance slipped a lot. Then he started bradycardia. Never done that before. This was all within 15 min. So I guess the next mountain to climb is a trach. It's scheduled for next Tues. Two steps forward. One step back.And so many prayers were offered on his behalf, and mine. So much welcome advice and comfort from other trach moms. I recently learned (like a few weeks ago!) that when CO2 levels reach as high as they did, and blood levels are acidic as they were, often patients don't recover, ever. Glad I didn't know that then. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.