*****updated at the bottom******with pictures*****
Nathan had some pesky swollen glands and Monday. Well they decided to become infected and then became abscessed which then became SUPER SIZED and then wouldn't take to the king ka maya maya sized antibiotics he was given.
After 10 hrs of sitting in the ER and telling the same information 56 times and seeing COUNTLESS doctors and nurses and assistants and volunteers......I am now sitting in a room by an elevator waiting for Nate to be transferred from surgery to the PICU.
He hasn't made any of this easier for ANY of the countless people. Ok, maybe like 3 of them who REALLY REALLY tried to play with him and also didn't poke or prod him.
He's been miserable. He cries all day, "mama, buhbye, walk, buhbye" It breaks my heart and I don't blame him.
I hope the worst is over with.
There was a sign on a window near a door that lead to our unit. Nathan stood and opened and closed the door several times after one of our strolls, because he ultimately knew that going all of the way in would mean back to our room and back to the machines. When I first noticed and glanced at the sign, I read, Wild ride to hell....it immediately grabbed my attention so I strained to re-read it and finally read, "Will try to help"
I suppose the lack of sleep over the last few nights didn't help. :)
Pictures to come.
******update******
I should have bit my tongue when I said, "I hope the worst is over"
It took almost 2 1/2 hrs to get him in to the PICU where I could see or even hear about his condition. When I walked in the room I almost didn't recognize him. His whole face was so swollen.....his tongue was sticking out of hos mouth and was swollen at least twice it's size. He had blood coming out of his nose and mouth. His neck had a tube sticking out of it and was also a bloody mess. His arms were put in braces so that he couldn't bend them to tear at his tubes. He was slumped forward over a tower of pillows struggling to breathe.
I immediately jumped in bed with him to comfort him and started to bawl.
This common procedure had turned into something else.
After a team of doctors went back and forth for what felt like FOREVER. His pulse ox dropping to 74 and at times he would just stop breathing altogether, they finally intubated him. They will keep him out and with a breathing tube until they can get the swelling in his throat and mouth down and him stable.
Poor little thing. I have finally stopped crying. J got here and we had some dinner downstairs. They won't let him wake up for probably 12 hrs.....so we are going home to our other 4 children who are very aware of our absence and will come back in the morning.
Lets hope that tomorrow is a new and better day. biting my tongue
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| Meet Goyder. Nate in the ER waiting room. This bad boy kept swelling until it reached the other side of his neck and clear up on his little cheek. |
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| This is what I walked in to in the PICU. They were trying to suction some of the spit in his mouth to help with the gurgling breathing. Never worked. |
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| Finally peaceful ! |
