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First I want to say thank you to everyone for all your support, love, and prayers for our little guy. It means so much to us, and I'm sure it means a lot to him as well.I'd like to talk a little about what it's been like for us these past few days, before we head out to spend another day in the PICU with Corey. We thought that we had a good chance of making it to the Glenn shunt (the surgery at 6 months) without having to have another procedure in between. We also thought Corey was doing very well at home with us. His color was pink. He was eating well, sleeping well (or at least consistently - you all know how newborns are), and generally acting like himself, funny faces and all. Our only indication that there was a problem was a sudden drop in his O2 sats to the high 70s, low 80s. So, when we went in for the emergency echo, we were frankly shocked when the cardiologists said, "We need to bring him in for the shunt immediately, and we want him to be admitted through the ER". I'm sure I turned white as a sheet. We couldn't believe this was happening, and so quickly. I thought about the night before when he'd woken up for a 4 AM feeding, and wished that I'd spent more time rocking him in my arms before putting him back down to sleep.
We went to the ER, which was a nightmare. Some tech who had no idea about his heart condition stuck him in the hand unsuccessfully, and he screamed as his sats plummetted. I made her stop before a second attempt so that I could comfort him and quiet him down again. Thankfully the second stick was successful, and again I had to comfort him and quiet him down. The next several hours were spent waiting for a room in the intermediate care unit, trying to keep him calm. We were eventually sent upstairs, and when we arrived, we had yet another heart stopping scare. The tech in the ER who did his EKG left the stickers on Corey, so when we went upstairs, hours later, they were so stuck to his skin that they were very painful to remove, and my poor baby screamed his head off, turned blue, his heart rate reached 220, and his sats went all the way down to the 40s. Thank God the nurse there was on top of it and had the oxygen ready - she was able to help him and bring him back up to the high 70s. I thought I was going to crack for sure at this point, and that was just the beginning.
The surgeon came to meet with us to explain the shunt and when it would be completed. They decided it would be done the following afternoon, and that our main goal in the meantime was to keep Corey calm to stop his sats from plummetting. With no food allowed after midnight, and with people continuously poking him and prodding him, this was very difficult and stressful. Damian and I slept next to him on a tiny cot and spent all our time that night and the next day until he was taken for surgery using every trick we could think of to keep our baby calm. It was a rough night and day.
Finally, at 2 PM they came to take him down for surgery. Damian and I went into the OR with him until he fell asleep, kissed him on the head, and then went to the waiting room for the long wait until the surgery was complete. We had to stop in the hallway and hug each other - neither one of us could believe that they were about to crack our baby's sternum and muck around in his heart. I tried not to think about the consent forms that I'd signed, knowing that there was a 5% chance my baby wouldn't make it through the surgery. I tried not to think about anything. It must have been the longest day in recorded history.
Finally, after several hours, the surgical team came out. We leapt out of our seats and ran out to the hallway to see him. Corey was there, too, on a huge stretcher, looking tiny, but with his little blue eyes open! He had made it through! I've never felt such relief in all my life. The surgeon told us that things looked good, and he felt that the surgery was a success, though difficult because Corey is so little. They got him settled in the PICU, and then we were allowed to see him. He looked so small in that huge stretcher bed, with all the tubes and wires attatched to him - poor baby! But he was out, and on the road to recovery.
Our days now are spent trying to give him comfort. He's in pain, and now they can't feed him because his chest tube is coming out today. It's hard to see him hurting. And it's hard to see him doped up on the pain medication. His eyes roll back into his head, and you know he can't see you. No person should ever have to see their child like that.
With that, it's time to go see my son.
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I am glad to hear that Corey is doing better. I continue to keep him in my prayers. He is a beautiful baby. I know this is so hard on you both. Please let me know if you need anything.