Peeking at Dad with one eye open
Zachariah was scheduled to be extubated and have a bronchial scope done on Monday. We were told he was on first at 7am, so to be there by 6:30am. So we were up and there early Monday morning, only to be told that there was some kind of mess up, and he wasn't going in until around 4pm. Needless to say, that didn't sit well with an emotionally and physically exhausted mama. Thankfully the nurses and staff were very kind, and got us a room where we could go and rest and relax while we waited the day away. Finally, about 4pm, we headed down to the OR floor. We met with the doctor, the anesthesiologist, and they wheeled my sweet boy away. I am sure that is a feeling I will NEVER get used to. We went back up to our room to wait. It was about 90 minutes later when the doctor came up to talk to us. He said everything went well, they were able to take the tube out, the scope looked good, and now he had a nasal trumpet in, and seemed to be doing well with that. Such a relief. Now we give it a day or two to adjust, and see how he does without the nasal trumpet. |
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