During the two hours we were waiting for the new vent to arrive, Mike and I sat in Dominic's room, sipping coffee and having a good little date. We laughed how funny it was to us that we thought this forced time together could count as a date, but it was nice. After the new vent arrived and we got it up and going we put Dominic on and all was well. He had done beautifully during those two hours and even helped me bag him for a while :).
Fast forward a few hours. Our date was over and the nurse and I brought Dominic to his regularly scheduled pulmonology appointment. It's funny because before we left Mike asked me several times if I wanted him to go (which he normally doesn't do) but I declined saying there would be too many of us in a cramped little doctor's office. I thought it was just because we didn't want our date to end, but maybe he had a feeling something was going to go wrong. After the doctor came in and saw Dominic, as soon as she left the room actually, he went into respiratory distress. His blood pressure plummeted, his heart rate went up to 220 (normally 130) and his O2 saturation went down. He was pale, mottled, and sickly looking. I called a nurse in, we started monitoring him, gave him a breathing treatment and cranked his oxygen up. The doctor came in and immediately called a med alert, summoning a whole crew of people to his room. She said she didn't feel comfortable sending us home, so she admitted him to the pediatric ICU. That first day was bad. He started having high fever, his heart rate too was high and we couldn't bring it down and he just felt terrible. This is the happiest baby in the world, and he was just laying there crying. Poor baby.
We were in the ICU for 5 days and since Mike was sick, he was unable to come up but 2 times for a short visit with a mask on. He manned the house and with my family took care of the other kids while I stayed up there and slept there. Dominic started to look better the 2nd and 3rd days and by the 4th day was looking like himself again. We had to monitor him for one more day and we were cleared to go home. Now he is back to his normal self again, smiley and spunky (when we can manage to wake him up!). Man, normal life is so sweet after you go into survival mode from having the family split up for a hospitalization.
|starting to feel better, but still a little sad|
|"Don't worry mom, I've got this!"|
The doctor said that maybe he had a little virus (he had been having symptoms for a few days prior to this) that weakened his immune system enough to allow a bacteria to colonize his trach site. The bagging may have been what threw him over the edge. He is finishing a course of antibiotics now and hopefully we can get that nasty bacteria away from the trach!
We are well aware and humbled that our Guardian Angel's were watching over us. There is no reason that I happen to wake up at that time and no reason I should have been in Dominic's room at the exact moment the vent broke. There is no reason we were already at the hospital in the pulmonologists office when he crashed. No reason except for the protection of God through His angels. It is so strange that He choose us.
|He loves being sang to|
|4 Friars and a baby :)|
|Now you see why he is so spoiled|
|It's hard to feel sorry for him, huh?|