Well, he can't give us one day without a little scare. Poor guy . . . it's really not his fault. Today Crew's work of breathing became labored and he started to set off all his alarms . . . right when grandma and grandpa were visiting. The Docs and NNP's were called in to the room to problem shoot. They decided that something just wasn't right with his ETT(breathing tube). So, they had to bite the bullet and replace it on the spot. They had been trying to avoid doing this, for fear that his little belly might get too full of air in the process. But, everything went smoothly. They changed out this size 2.5 ETT for a larger size 3.0 ETT. When they pulled the old one out . . . there was a nasty old plug on the end of the tube that was basically occluding it. His new tube is working like a charm. The X-ray they took right after replacing it, looked better than it has in several days. His belly did get a little extra air in the process, but they were able to aspirate it quickly back out. Hopefully this didn't cause any stretching or irritation to the suture line.
I think his poor mama is tapped out. She needs a couple days without any major stressful episodes. I almost forgot . . . last night he developed another pneumothorax. His heart rate went up and oxygen saturations went down, and his work of breathing increased. The doctor was able to aspirate back on the chest tube to relieve the air from his chest, and then he quickly returned to baseline.
On a positive note, he's as cute as ever. He is still opening his eyes to peek when we ask him . . . bless his little heart. He lost 5 grams last night . . . not much, but I'm glad he didn't gain. He's still peeing well and soaking his diapers. And, with just a little tiny bit of Dopamine, his blood pressure is holding.
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