Sam’s taken a bad turn again. Poor, poor baby. 😦
His belly is still large; his respiratory requirements have exponentially increased. We got called at midnight last night — he was put back on the vent after a particularly bad spell that required chest compressions and bagging. I had just visited with him only a couple hours prior, and he looked so good. There wasn’t a mucus plug to blame this time.
As of this morning, his blood gas numbers are going in the bad direction. They would schedule him today, but they’re determined to make sure he doesn’t have an infection. None of the numbers coming back though point to that. One of the weird things is that every time he’s gotten sick before, there are lots of signs: dropping platelets, rising CRP, etc. This time, everything is normal.
The scary part is that they’re going to open him up and who knows what they’ll find. It’s exploratory surgery. What if it’s not fixable? The docs think there is a blockage of some sort, that the gas patterns stop halfway down his belly when they see them on xrays. We can only hope that it’s an easy fix so we can move on.
We talked to his primary doctor last night; he told us how difficult this type of surgery will be on him: re-intubated (no longer an issue now), that he’s going to gain a lot of weight, get bigger/more swollen.
We know he’ll have the surgery tomorrow; we don’t know what time yet.