Tonight, around 10 p.m., I contemplated calling the NICU to check up on Squish, but decided to wait until Doug was around in order to avoid having to repeat detailed information. I did not get a chance to call, because they called me first.
Naturally, seeing the hospital number show up on my phone at 11 a.m. was somewhat startling and scary to answer. It was the nurse practitioner. Squish continued to vomit excessively, so they were stopping his feedings for tonight and feeding him via IV instead until the depth of his feeding tube was properly adjusted.
He was very unhappy on the Cpap machine, so they'd also switched him to a vapotherm high flow nasal cannula. This way, instead of having a huge piece of plastic covering his nose, he'd have two small tubes in his nose and hopefully be much more comfortable. If I'm not mistaken, this new development is an additional step closer to him breathing on his own.
I'm elated, because I had stopped taking pictures of him since Saturday. I don't like to take pictures of Squish looking overly uncomfortable. With the Cpap, I could barely see his face. Now he will just have some tubes coming out of his nose, so I'm excited to see him tomorrow (or later today). Not only will he have on some of the clothes mommy and daddy selected for him, but I get to see his sweet face! I am about to be the mamarazzi and take lots of pictures.
Because this blog is wide open to the public, I am still hesitant to post photos on here, but I may add a couple of celebratory shots of Squish. Every moment that we seem to be least expecting any progress, God steps in and advances Squish's recovery. It's amazing, and I'm along for the ride.
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