And Rambo got his trach. So we both accomplished something today. I mean, I don't want to take the limelight away from little man, but I was pretty proud of myself. I'm sure I lost most of you with that reference (and by 'most' I mean all but one) but that's okay.
It's a vicious cycle.
I'm so thankful we don't have to worry about anymore emergency intubations. He can take his time now and build up to breathing on his own. It looks like next week Rambo will be getting a G tube and Nissen and then the plan is to slowly work our way home. Maybe hit up some rehab places on the way. And then, after that, try to take over the world.