Okay so I must, before I start anything, give a shout out to Heather and Edwin Peters... parents to little Asher who is right at this very moment, roomates with Yale! Heather, I hear you about blogging...and now I feel guilty. Its not fair to the rest of the world, they should all get to share in some good news for a change! ;)
Now. to jump from where Yale's Grandma left off, Yale was flown to Toronto in the early hours of Thursday May 1st. He was admitted onto the ward in the hopes that just a bit of TLC could help him. All attempts to slow his heart rate and lower his blood pressure failed and he was reluctantly sent to the ccu. Immediately upon being admitted to the CCU, he was placed under CPAP (the next step down from intubation, not comfortable having oxygen forced up you nose) He was sedated not only to relax his heart, but to settle him. CPAP i can tell is NOT a pleasant experience, but a vital one, and much easier to come off of then the ventilator. Yale was given Captopril to help his function. This is a medication that he was going to placed on at some time, to really help the heart muscle squeeze and relax. He will be on this medication most likely for life. He responded very well to the captopril, that he was off of CPAP after a 36 hour rest. I came in that morning to see my little man sitting up in his vibrating chair giving big open mouthed grins to anyone that would take the time to say good morning! To say I was relieved would be a huge understatement. As only a mother can, I had convinced myself of the worst, and was praying that something good would happen. This was the huge ray of sunshine I needed. "My little man is back!" I exclaimed!
Yale did so well, he went into the cath lab yesterday (May 7th) for a "diagnositic" look around. The exact words from the doctor performing the catheratization were. "We're going to go in and have a look around, hopefully, we won't find anything, but if we do, we'll do what we can to intervene." Then he went on to explain that if there is nothing he should be out relatively quickly, and if they do, it can be 3+ hours. I give Yale a kiss goodbye and walk away fighting back the tears. For some reason, my undying faith in his doctors has faltered, and I don't like it. I spent a terrible 4 hours in the waiting room, alone, reading "shopaholic and baby" which did wonders to distract me. Seriously, all of a sudden I was being told that his PDA had narrowed around the stent that was placed during his first procedure. They had placed another stent in and are hoping that was the cause of all this. He was taken back down to the ccu because they couldn't get his blood pressure undercontrol, it was wavering back and forth between super high and scarily low.
He came off the ventilator that night and I went to the hotel for an early night. I came in this morning and Yale was smiling and laughing, and I was informed we were going to come up to 4D. So here we are, Yale is up in the step down unit on 4D... I look over and see a lovely sleeping angel in the bed next to us and think... ah how sweet, then I glance at the name. ASHER! Asher is Yale's roomate! WOOHOO! Finally I have met him and his parents (who are lovely, and refreshing) and to boot all this happy joy and excitment. Yale is feeding... his NG is coming out on a trial basis.... but its somehow like the clouds have parted and God has smiled down on us! I am still unsure when we will make it home... i'm hoping around sunday...but it all depends on how badly they need the beds! So i may not make it back down here to blog again because we will soon be back under parent care. (YAY) So just know that all the prayers and positive thoughts work so strong! Thank you all so much!