Tomorrow we call the GI doc to get some new reflux meds, and probably schedule a thousand tests. (Hello, pH probe.)
We'll also call the people in the Cincinnati and get that ball rolling. Ike will have to have yet another bronch up there. And then probably another trip out there for reconstruction. (Hello, a month in the PICU in Ohio.) However, we don't know if the reconstruction can be done while he's still so little, or if we are now looking at years more with the trach.
Not an excellent day, but at least we have a bit of a plan now. A scary plan. But a plan.
More later. Going to take a nap.