What started off as a relatively uneventful week ended up to be quite the adventure. On Thursday last, Bryce left early from the Ronald McDonald house and made it to work about the time that I was rolling into the parking lot at RUH. Just as I was coming into the hospital, the nurse to parent liason called to tell me that Luke had had a tough night, he had several bradys (bradycardia episodes) and was exhibiting periodic breathing...not quite apnea. They had drawn blood and immediately put him on a general antibiotic, took him off food and back onto cpap. When I got there he was so sick looking. I called Bryce to come back.
Ok, I had no idea what the love of a parent was until I considered a life without Luke. I don't want to dwell too much on it, except to say that I have a new understanding that we are now no longer ours alone but we now also belong to Luke. Does this make sense to you? Its a strange feeling.
The staff was extra vigilant against me that day. They made me go for coffee (how can I go for coffee when my heart is struggling to breathe?) And to have lunch (how can I ever eat again?) When I came back from lunch, Bryce was with me and together we sat and watched. And by 2 in the afternoon the cpap was doing its magic, the antibiotics had kicked in and our little wiggler was making signs of coming back. Oy. What an adventure.
Since then he has only improved. On Saturday they took another blood culture that turned out negative (go antibiotics). Bryce and I went on a date to the sing along Handel's Messiah, and I slept in my own bed. Luke is in good hands.
I returned today after 2 nights at home and found Luke sleeping in a rather odd position. I havent laughed so hard in weeks. I took a picture and included it here. Note what isn't quite right...1 lead pulled off body, eyes blindfolded by headgear, cpap nasal prongs in mouth, splayed out body. Our wiggler is back. Thanks be to God.
