Bleeding

This little superhero is finally resting tonight.  It was a long, exhausting, emotional day.  Day 12 of being inpatient is taking its toll.  I cannot even imagine not being able to move my own body or even  get up out of bed.  He has to ask to have his position changed or to scootch higher.  We are constantly drawing labs on his lines, pumping him full off iv meds, giving him lots of oral meds and gtube feeding him for nutrition.  Docs and nurses come in and out and feel his liver and toes, then listen to his heart.  To top it off he is on ECMO, wide awake, and in heart failure.  Today he just cried and said how emotional and frustrated he felt.  He needed to get it out.  His feelings are more than valid.

We woke him from a nap this afternoon because his ecmo cannulas were bleeding so much it saturated his pillow and back.   His labs looked within range and we had given him platlets last night to help too.  After changing the dressings on his neck and leg, the neck continued to bleed.

We called the cardiothoracic surgeon in tonight to look at the site and ended up needed to place a stitch.  We gave Owen a little Ketamine and he was comfortably awake.  Brave doesn't  even define him tonight.  He just laid there as Dr Nigro placed stitches in his neck and the only thing he kept saying is "where is my mom?  I want my mom."  I am so glad  they let me gown up and stand there to rub his hand and watch.  There were no tears and he was tough.  He wasn't a fan of the Ketemine as it wore off so we uaed Ativan to help.  Now he is sound asleep.

Here is to a new day tomorrow.