Today, Wyatt is sleeping with his butt in the air. This isn't something he decided on his own. It's to help his diaper rash. The antibiotics he's on are some big guns and they've been giving him diarrhea despite all the probiotics they've been giving him.
But my little Batman is doing well, remaining stable, and making plans to save Gotham from evil.
Cameron is also doing well. They weaned his vent a little and he's still in a happy place. His PICC line is in place to give him the antibiotics he needs. His cultures grew out a gram negative rod, which could be CRE. Since Wyatt has CRE, they're treating Cameron as if he has the same thing. So far, Cameron hasn't shown any signs of being "sick" so if he does have an infection, it's been caught very, very early.
Both boys are tolerating the fortified milk really well. The NICU has a milk lab. They take the milk I pump and add vitamins and calories to it.
Something the doctor told us yesterday is that how well premies tolerate food is a decent indicator of their prognosis. With my boys being able to take their meals, she said that's a very good sign. *crosses fingers*
I want so dearly to hang on to those words, that they can tolerate meals and gain weight gives them a good prognosis. But with this roller coaster ride, I can't help but feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Which also feels wrong to do because I want to stay positive. We've had several good days. Where is the top of this hill and how far is the fall? Or have they reached a point in this ride where we can expect a few small bumps but it's smoothed out quite a bit?
Something only the future knows. I want so badly for them to be okay.
Fight on, little boys. Fight on!
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