When Melissa and I got to the ICU this morning, our favorite doctor asked us to come back in an hour: Eliza’s X-rays looked great, her vitals were stable, and they were ready to try to take her off the ventilator!
After about 60 minutes and 3 seconds we were back, were buzzed in immediately, and came in to see E with just a pacifier! It wasn’t one of ours, and I don’t know where it came from, but I’ve never been so happy to see a binky in my life.
The first hour or so was kind of stressful– her breathing was ragged, and sometimes her O2 level would drop and they’d have to shift things around to get it back up. But then she settled down, and she improved pretty steadily through the whole day. It was amazing to watch: for the first 30 minutes or so her blood-oxygen level was sort of erratic, but around 93-94%. Then it settled in at 95 for awhile, with fewer drops. By the time Melissa went to lunch it was sitting at 96 or 97, and for most of the afternoon it was at 97 or 98, occasionally hitting 100%. Her body is waking up!
Tonight she’s had some coughing, and nausea related to the pain meds. Docs and nurses assure us this is normal. This afternoon the doctor gave us 90% odds that she can step down to the surgical ICU tomorrow. The surgeon who operated on her was in today and said everything related to the surgery is great; we’ve just been waiting on her to be able to breathe on her own.
It was a really, really good day, praise God. Please pray her progress continues tomorrow. She has a lot of work to do now, and our work of caring for her is probably about to get harder (i.e. more than just watching her sleep). But we are so thankful.
Tomorrow we have to say goodbye to Grampa. He’s been here 10 days and has been awesome, along with Ooh-La-La, at keeping Sam and Foard well cared for while M & I have been at the hospital. The day after arriving he hopped in the car, his first time driving a stick in 20 years, and learned how to get to both boys’ schools, church and the grocery store. He got Foard to go to school without crying for the first (and second) times, and generally provided ice cream – fueled fun. Thanks Grampa!