So our morning started early with a 3 am wake-up. John was at the Hospital shortly after 4 am. Mr. C was admitted up to the ward at 9:00 am. He's on a broad spectrum antibiotic and oxygen gas. His O2 stats are steady at about 92% with O2 flow through nasal tubes...which for Mr. C is OK. We'll see what the night brings. We already know that he has some sleep apnea issues so I'm sure with the pneumonia it will be more apparent.
John has gone to get the girls and I'm hanging with the boy. He's watching TV and I'm blogging. My mom arrives tonight. I'm thankful she's in my life to call. Dad has a few commitments otherwise I'm sure they would both be here. Connor just wants to cuddle with his Grandma. She'll do the day shift here at the hospital while John and I go to work and then we will spell each other off for the night shift. To be honest I don't do so well here at night. The bells and monitors make it hard for me to drift off to sleep. I spend more time up and down like a yo-yo.
Having Mr. C has made me very familiar with all of this. Sometimes I hate it with a passion. I hate knowing what flow of O2 he's on, what stats he should have...(what stats are "normal" for him). I especially don't like it when they ask for the medical "history". I usually ask if they want the coles notes version or the extended edition. I know a lot when it comes to the type of dwarfism my son has, what treatments, complications etc etc etc. Often our Doctors will tell their medical students/residents that we are the best source of information about our childrens condition and that is true, we are. But there are times I'd rather just be( and I need to be) Mr. C's mom and not the "expert" in Achondroplasia.
So we will wait to see what "special" dinner is being served tonight. They didn't come by with the menu like the usually do ( sad that I know this), so it will be whatever is brought on the plate. Mr. C is falling asleep watching the TV. He's exhausted. If only I could get him to take a nap...
John has gone to get the girls and I'm hanging with the boy. He's watching TV and I'm blogging. My mom arrives tonight. I'm thankful she's in my life to call. Dad has a few commitments otherwise I'm sure they would both be here. Connor just wants to cuddle with his Grandma. She'll do the day shift here at the hospital while John and I go to work and then we will spell each other off for the night shift. To be honest I don't do so well here at night. The bells and monitors make it hard for me to drift off to sleep. I spend more time up and down like a yo-yo.
Having Mr. C has made me very familiar with all of this. Sometimes I hate it with a passion. I hate knowing what flow of O2 he's on, what stats he should have...(what stats are "normal" for him). I especially don't like it when they ask for the medical "history". I usually ask if they want the coles notes version or the extended edition. I know a lot when it comes to the type of dwarfism my son has, what treatments, complications etc etc etc. Often our Doctors will tell their medical students/residents that we are the best source of information about our childrens condition and that is true, we are. But there are times I'd rather just be( and I need to be) Mr. C's mom and not the "expert" in Achondroplasia.
So we will wait to see what "special" dinner is being served tonight. They didn't come by with the menu like the usually do ( sad that I know this), so it will be whatever is brought on the plate. Mr. C is falling asleep watching the TV. He's exhausted. If only I could get him to take a nap...
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