Well, considering the NICU almost killed my baby, I'm pretty happy to be back upstairs.The PICU isn't generally the place you want to be because it usually means you aren't in the best condition. But in our case, I'm happy to be here. Even if there is a clumsy nurse or two. :)
Last week Rambo was doing extremely poorly and no one was sure what had happened. It seems to be the general consensus that the NICU created the perfect storm. Weaning him off his narcotics, trying to avoid withdrawl, extubating AGAIN was all just too much for his little body and too much strain on his heart.
I'm not trying to take all credit away from the NICU and I definitely want to give credit where it's due. The nurses and nurse practitioners are great. I'm thankful they kept Rambo alive when I couldn't have done that on my own. But see if I don't avoid that place like the plague from now on! I said before that Theodore seems to like it in the PICU and I'm thinking he's on to something.
After yesterdays surprising (and wonderful) outcome the plan is to get Theodore ready for a trach and G tube. This was actually the original plan before he moved downstairs (NICU), but we don't need to get into that. Hopefully ENT and GI will come take a look at him and set up for the surgeries. The goal is to have them both happen at the same time but that might not be possible. The sooner he gets these done the closer we are to going home!
So, we're settling back into 'normal' again. Theodore is stable and on the mend. His heart is good. Ben is back to work and the kids have marker all over their bodies. Life is good.