Max was admitted to Huntington for his labored breathing. He's retracting which is a sign of respiratory distress. They suctioned his nose and lungs and got out a lot of gunk. His breathing improved somewhat, but isn't great. They are worried that he's been working so hard to breathe, so they want to watch him.
It sounds like the game plan is that he stays until the breathing is better. They think he's either just getting a respiratory infection, or he's getting over one. Only time will tell. Until then, it's hanging out at the hospital....again. I'm getting hives just thinking of it. At least he's in a place that he can be well taken care of.
The problem comes in having multiples. We have to divide and conquer rather than work together to help baby boy. I guess this is what they meant when they said it was hard. Yes, being sleep deprived and lots of frustrated crying are difficult, but not being together to help the kids is really hard. I'm so lucky that David is so hands on. We work with each other's strengths to get things done.
My parents will be in town starting on Monday - hopefully Max will be home by then, but if he's not, at least we'll have some helping hands. Don't worry - I have a very helpful dog! Too bad she can't change diapers. She know's mommy is stressed and hasn't left my side all night.
So, for now, Max hangs out at Huntington. Please send positive mojo that he will get well and be home soon! I don't know how long David and I will be able to keep up the juggling act.
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