This has been the strangest illness Colby has had. He was better he was worse. Better, worse. Friday the pulmonologist started Colby on a different antibiotic. He had a dose last night and a dose this morning. I really did think he was getting better. I just got off the phone with my mom at 10:45 this morning saying how much better I thought he was doing. I swear 15 minutes later the shit hit the fan. Oh Lord give my strength. And patience. And knowledge. And some more strength.
Within 15 minutes Colby's oxygen dropped a little and heart rate increased. I gave him a set of cough assist and there was thick yellow stuff. What the fuckity fuck?! Then there was blood coming from his trach. Too much suctioning/irritation I assume. I had to start his cough treatment early because he was struggling. I was like that's it, we're done, hospital time. This is the absolute LAST place I want to be right now. But I know we're fighting a losing battle trying to treat Colby's illness at home. I feel the nurses and I did EVERYTHING possible to help Colby get over this gunk. So, the nurse packed Colby's needed stuff, I packed mine. We did a double check and then I called 911. Again, NOT what I wanted to be doing today.
We took an ambulance ride to Kosair. We're in the ER. They have done a chest X-ray. Done a respiratory culture (collected spit basically). Have accessed port and drawn labs. Kosair has called Cincy and we're working on transport.
So that's the latest. Will update when I can. Thanks everyone for the concerns and prayers.
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