A Better Day

Brooklyn is doing better today. So we are, too. I'm gonna have ulcers and permanent lines in my forehead from all of this, but at least she's okay.

So what happened?? No idea. But who cares as long as she's improving.

Our attending, Dr. Null, thinks this is a result of stopping her Theofolin. This was the drug that helped with her breath holding in getting her off the vent. It breaks down into a combination of caffeine and albuterol. So are we restarting it? At this point - no. He's going to let her weather the storm, ride it out...whatever you want to call it. I almost want to call it withdrawal. Her body is recognizing that the drug is out of her system and didn't have enough blood volume to keep her going - hence the blood transufsion. Basically, she was stressed, and yesterday tipped her over the edge.

Geez, tip me over the edge next time! Leave the poor girl alone. Let us suffer in her place please. (Wish we could really suffer in their places, life would be so much easier if the innocent ones didn't have to experience pain for something they didn't do! Makes me appreciate the atonement so much more.)

So today is just another day. Weaning her off the high flow. Weaning her back to room air. Letting her bottle feed again maybe tonight. And hopefully getting our little marshmallow baby back to her normal face size - the extra fluids gave her a third chin. :)

P.S. She is five pounds as of last night...