some days are better
sun shines, kids play, birdies sing
then some days sucks hard
Guess what? The baby sandwich from yesterday? THEY DID IT WRONG.
So now we have to go back and do it again. And stay at the hospital for SIX HOURS.
As the wee-er one says when she gets mad: I will squish you like a bug! I will poop on your head!
Seriously. Someone needs a sharp poke in the eye for this. Baby torture is not cool. Especially irradiated baby torture. I mean, this kid has already had about 16 million regular x-rays. Now we're adding the fancy stuff to it. His little thyroid has to be all, "WTF, you guys? Cut it OUT."
In other news, Ike-a-saurus is sick. It snuck up out of nowhere this afternoon. Ever seen a green loogie come shooting out of a trach? I recommend not standing directly in front of it.
In the span of just a few hours, we've gone from happy, smiley, all's cool, to quadrupled Albuterol treatments, doubled Pulmicort, and Cipro twice a day. Man.
Fucking baby sandwich. I blame YOU. God only know what bug he picked up. I'm so excited we get to go pick up a trach full of new bugs when we go back.