Let me preface this by saying that I never curse. Seriously, I just don't do it. I mean while I was having Caden, I was 9cm dilated and the epidural wasn't working and I told Adam - this hurts like S-H-I-T, except I literally spelled it instead of saying it. So when I say that a few hours ago was scary as hell, I mean it.
Adam and I went back to the hospital and were sitting there watching our little boy, literally watching his heart beat. We were just marveling at how much pee was coming out of him and I said it was because SO SO many people were praying for him to pee! We were even joking around a little with the nurses about how one of his doctors looks like papa smurf and we were thinking about having Jayci color a picture of papa smurf to hang on his crib to see if anyone else noticed the resemblance . . . The nurses had to refill all his medications, which they do once a day. We watched them meticulously prepare and then put ALL the different medications in the lines. When they did, his blood pressure plummeted. They had been fairly stable at around 50 and dropped quickly down into the teens. Alarms were going off and doctors were coming over and nurses were sticking Caden with different medications to try and bring his blood pressure back up. They called for an echo machine and were peering into his chest. Adam and I were just sitting there frozen. I was trying to pray but all I could think was "please God" over and over. Finally, they bumped his epinephrine to more than 3 times the amount he was getting, and finally the blood pressure went back up. The surgeon who performed his surgery came over, and they determined that the cause of the drop was not anything wrong with the heart, but rather a result of the medication having a slight lag time when they refreshed them (meaning for a split second he received no medication). It was terrifying to think that's what would happen to his little tiny heart if he didn't have all those medications running through him.
Everything in the CICU is a matter of life and death, so it makes for quite the emotional roller coaster. Adam and I were both scared and shaky, and I still feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Please pray that his blood pressure will remain stable and high enough, also pray that the higher dose of epinephrine wont cause his heart to go back into JET rhythm. And that his body will get adjusted to all his "new plumbing" so that they can slowly wean him off all the medications.
Thank you for your prayers. I feel comforted knowing how covered we are. Honestly, the thought crossed my mind at some point in that chaos that I should send a twitter to get everyone to pray, but I was too frozen with fear to do anything.
Adam and I went back to the hospital and were sitting there watching our little boy, literally watching his heart beat. We were just marveling at how much pee was coming out of him and I said it was because SO SO many people were praying for him to pee! We were even joking around a little with the nurses about how one of his doctors looks like papa smurf and we were thinking about having Jayci color a picture of papa smurf to hang on his crib to see if anyone else noticed the resemblance . . . The nurses had to refill all his medications, which they do once a day. We watched them meticulously prepare and then put ALL the different medications in the lines. When they did, his blood pressure plummeted. They had been fairly stable at around 50 and dropped quickly down into the teens. Alarms were going off and doctors were coming over and nurses were sticking Caden with different medications to try and bring his blood pressure back up. They called for an echo machine and were peering into his chest. Adam and I were just sitting there frozen. I was trying to pray but all I could think was "please God" over and over. Finally, they bumped his epinephrine to more than 3 times the amount he was getting, and finally the blood pressure went back up. The surgeon who performed his surgery came over, and they determined that the cause of the drop was not anything wrong with the heart, but rather a result of the medication having a slight lag time when they refreshed them (meaning for a split second he received no medication). It was terrifying to think that's what would happen to his little tiny heart if he didn't have all those medications running through him.
Everything in the CICU is a matter of life and death, so it makes for quite the emotional roller coaster. Adam and I were both scared and shaky, and I still feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Please pray that his blood pressure will remain stable and high enough, also pray that the higher dose of epinephrine wont cause his heart to go back into JET rhythm. And that his body will get adjusted to all his "new plumbing" so that they can slowly wean him off all the medications.
Thank you for your prayers. I feel comforted knowing how covered we are. Honestly, the thought crossed my mind at some point in that chaos that I should send a twitter to get everyone to pray, but I was too frozen with fear to do anything.