Josiah is doing much better. He is off the ventilator. This time it was planned. So thats nice.
He is no longer on the vapor-therm, which was like the nasal doohickey that you see people who carry oxygen around with them wearing. You know, the plastic tubes that loop over the back of the ears?
The doctor told me today that they hope to take his central line out tomorrow. Keeping it in too long carries a risk of infection, and Josiah is doing great, so he is not on any antibiotics right now.
He will "take the breast" tomorrow. But only for a few minutes. Go Josiah, go! If he does well, the feeding tube can come out in a few days…And I think that means we can go HOME!
Poop-pocalypse
So…I was siting at the hospital with Josiah on Sunday, and Barrie (the nurse) said she wanted to change Josiah's diaper, but he was too peaceful, so she was going to wait. An hour later, she pulled his blanket back, and her life flashed before her eyes. Poop was coming out of every possible escape point. The diaper was no defense against this poop onslaught. so Barrie starts scrambling, and before you know it, there are FOUR NURSES assisting in this diaper change. Once the diaper was peeled back, it became evident that Josiah pooped out alien vomit. It was SLIMY. Like, poop boogers. And there was ALOT. Like an entire jar of spoiled peanut butter was squirted into his diaper.
Get this. THEY CUT HIS CLOTHES OFF. We're talking serious.
They had to change his central line, sheets, bedding…everything. No way comparison, this was the worst diaper in the history of ever.
Nurses and Providence
This is seriously the best hospital. I will fight anyone that disagrees. The nurses and doctors are so sweet. It will be sad to leave, in a way. (But we're not staying.)
If your kid ever gets infant botulism, ask for Val, Jamie, Rosie, and Barrie. Tell them Brad sent you. You'll get the mad hook up.
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