Wasn't that a dirty trick I played in my last post giving u the least amount of info of my sick baby (too tired) AND the most dramatic info (the air vac) in one??
Before I go any further, here's a pic of me and my tuchus ("to-cuss") on a brighter day (cause no one wants to see a baby all hospitalized and stuff).
So let me break it down, but in a short Lamans terms blog kind of way because you are all so sweet to send love his way, but we are not 85 so we don't need a play by play of every medication and doctor visit of all time.
Since sonny was so sick I was keeping a hawk eye on his sweet little self. As time passed he grew increasingly dehydrated and then basically began (and kept on) making quick desperate gasps for air (think freaky mutant human breathing on that Will Smith movie) he also was nearly impossible to wake up. Turns out this boy had a very severe viral lower respiratory infection (and now also a bit of pneumonia) which was slowly clogging each airway with mucous (more or less) Helicopter took him from one ER to children's hospital because, unlike adults who slowly get worse...our babies' amazing little bodies basically run a marathon against those nasty germs and then out of nowhere, BAM. Stop breathing.
No air for Sonny = cardiac arrest = I jump off the nearest cliff.
Yadi Yadi yadda...baby hooked up to breathing machine, lots of other wires...and here we are in PICU (or "pick u" if your cool like that...like me) until those stupid medicine resistant viral bugs go away...but freaking hallelujah for hospitals , right!?
But it was almost this exact date last year that Adam was hospitalized for 9 days...So why not keep that totally FUN torch alive!?
For now, my Sonny is still very sick, but in much more capable hands than my own. And don't even get me started on how thankful i am for miracle machines, and prayer, and smart people, and people who give service, and America, and cute babies with curly hair and shark eyes, and family, and God, and all of you...and helicopters!!!
I'll keep u posted :)
p.s. A "tuchus" apparently means "butt" in Yiddish. I did not know this (until just now when I looked it up) but frequently have the urge to call him one (?)
p.p.s. Thank u for all your fantastic support! (Renee, thanks for making me laugh, as usual. And even all u shy ones who came out of the woodworks to wish my sonny well :)