I am still utterly incredulous at what has happened to Sammy over the past day and a half. He continues to breath pretty much on his own assisted only by the nasal prongs. The number of antibiotics has been halved to two. His blood gases and O2 saturation levels are looking good. The infection levels are coming down nicely. His gut seems to be handling the 2ml of expressed breastmilk that is being injected into it every hour and today Mich got to look into his eyes for the first time. .. To us (and the nurses) this is all a miracle! Even the good doctor Paul is encouraging a continuation of the prayer levels!
Whoever was praying for our paed on Tuesday night is right up there with the saints in our books (there is at least one nurse in the UK doing night rounds this week who has committed to these slots). Paul woke up at 2am realising that the reason Sam was so agitated was that he didn't need the ventilator any more. And so the next morning leapfrogged him from full ventilation over SiPAP and CPAP straight to the nasal prongs. The nurses couldn't believe he was doing that but the decision has been fully vindicated over the past day and a half. With our state of mind wholly correlated with that of our son's condition we are still floating along on this wave of good news but by now hardened enough to know not to relax. Please pray against another infection.
The search for veins is again becoming problematic. Sam's arms and legs are bruised and pockmarked battlezones and still very puffy with the oedema. He would fit right in at the micro Sumo wrestling championships. The nurses had to place a second line in his head after the first disintegrated yesterday. Thankfully they managed to get another one into his arm tonight in addition to the headline.
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