Saturday, April 8, 2017

...4/8/17...

 
I bet you can't guess where we are. 

You're the big winner if you said Johns Hopkins. 

Wednesday, while at his pediatrician for a well visit, Wyatt had a blue episode. It was pretty frightening, but it was following a coughing fit so we chalked it up to that. Thursday morning, I wasn't feeling well and neither was Wyatt, so I stayed home from work and we slept in. When I went in to check on him, he was having more desats. I had a call into his pulmonologist already about something else. When the nurse called back, he had a pretty bad coughing episode. So all of the events from the previous 24 hours showed he should be seen. So off we went to the ER. 

His chest X-ray looked good, blood gas looked good, and he responded well to deep suctioning (a nasal catheter deep into the depths of his nose... it's as gross as it sounds, but it works) so they proposed we admit overnight just for monitoring and off we headed to see our favorite nurses. 

Friday morning at rounds we all commented how awesome he looked and we just needed one blood test (dog dander allergy, in case the dogs are causing any of his breathing issues) before we could bust out of here. I ran down to grab a coffee and muffin because really, I don't function well in the morning without caffeine. 

As I returned, I noticed Wyatt had pulled his pulse ox off, which is a pretty normal occurrence for him. I turned around and he began having a coughing fit. During that coughing fit, he turned the most awful shade of blue I've ever seen. I immediately sprung into action, pushed him around and he didn't respond. I attempted to push the alarm button, but couldn't find it so I ran to grab the closest nurse or doctor. When the nurse came in, she pushed the code blue button which meant that in a matter of seconds, any available staff members were in our room. Within a matter of minutes, there were no fewer than 50 people in and around his room. They began to get the ambo bag (the fancy bag you see on tv, that administers breaths). Around that time, he began breathing and his color turned a lovely shade of red (red is good!) and they called off the ICU team (another good thing!) and slowly people began to leave because he was stable. 

It was the scariest moments of my life. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I wasn't in the room? What if there was someone in front of me at the coffee line? What if I had to wait 30 seconds longer for an elevator? What if we had been home instead of the hospital?

 

Because of his dramatic events on Friday, he earned himself another overnight stay. We thought for sure Saturday morning would come and he would be discharged. 

Nope. This kid is a man with a plan and it's usually very different from mine. He had some significant desats overnight and it's best for him to stay here through the weekend. They are going to increase his BiPAP settings and have increased some lung therapy, as well as some nasal steroids to help with all that snot. 

I'm ready for cold and flu season to be over, this guy can't catch a break. 

Thanks for your continued prayers for Wyatt and his medical team. 

Love,
Lori, Brian, & Wyatt

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