They've started bringing me my own chair for rounds. Ha. That's what you get when you've been in the PICU for two weeks, I guess. This afternoon, the Attending even brought me over to the room across the hall where everyone scrutinizes the x-rays. I got an interesting peek at a cat scan that I probably wasn't supposed to see, and then they pulled up two of Ike-a-saurus' chest x-rays so that I could learn how to compare them.
His x-ray from this morning looked terrible. A whole lobe on his left side was hazy. But by this afternoon, it had cleared up considerably. Not completely, but I could see it looked better. They have been doing this IPV treatment today. It's like the CPT gentle beatings, but from the inside out. It looks like they hook up a car battery to his trach and it pounds air into his lungs. Somehow he just sucks his paci and sleeps through it. Then he spends the next few hours barfing mucus. That part is horrible, but I guess it's helping. It is the saddest, weirdest thing to see him cry and not make any noise.
He coughed so hard, he blew the feeding tube out of his nose – all the way up from his small intestine. Poor dude.
This whole hazy lung/barfing mucus extravaganza was not part of the original plan. It is new and disconcerting. They have him on antibiotics to knock it out before it turns into pneumonia, and they seem quite non-panicky about it. But it makes me a little panicky.
Right now he is napping and so maybe I will nap, too. I have no idea if I will go home today to see the kids or not. I want to see them so badly, but I can't leave him all by himself to barf mucus for three hours. The nurses keep an eye on his monitor from outside the room, and it has been looking great today, ironically. So I'm afraid if I leave him he will just sit in here alone, hacking up junk. That's no good at all.
Nap first. Worry about further plans later.
He looks so cute and back to his old self without the tube in his nose. I hate for them to put it back.