Well, it’s two steps forward, one step back in intensive care. Little Charlie continues to have heart arythmias that are easily fixed with a quick dose of medicine, but which bring the cavalry running every time he does it. They’ve started him on an oral medication which will build up in his system over time, and should keep this from happening.
I would think it’s obvious, but infants in ICU are drugged up pretty heavily. That, with the swelling, has made seeing Charlie’s eyes very difficult. Usuallly, only when they do a pupil check, and there were times when they couldn’t even get his eyes open for that. Today, for about thirty seconds, he opened his eyes and looked into mine. I cried like a baby.
And just for father’s day. . .
The Hub wanted a chance to change Charlie’s diaper since that’s the sort of thing dad’s do, but we’ve completely missed out on. Today he got his first chance, and while being given his lesson, Charlie pooped right on his hand! Welcome to fatherhood, right?
Sorry to be one of those people who talks about their child’s poop–can’t say it won’t happen again, but I promise it won’t happen every day.