Last night

Last night after everything that went on we thought we were through the rough spot but while I was in the gift shop trying to get some things for Miranda and Brayden, Miranda called me and asked if I had spoken to the doctor. I told her no and she began crying. I ran up to the room and she told me the on call Doctor had called and said that his blood gasses looked bad and the chest tube weren't working. He told her that he was going to replace the one on the left side and see if it made things better. After about an hour and a half he called and said they were done and waiting on another chest xray to confirm the lung had opened back up.



An hour later he said it was working good and that they were going to redo the other chest tube as well. I sat on the bed holding Miranda, trying to reasure her that he was strong and that he was going to be ok. We spoke to Miranda's nurse and asked if she was stable enough to go and see him. She gave us a wheel chair so I could take Miranda down to the NICU to see Brayden for the first time. When we got there and she saw him for the first time, the memories of everything that we went through with Payton came flooding back. Seeing Brayden laying there on the ventilator was more than she could handle. She began sobbing and I grabbed her and held her trying to tell her he was going to be ok. Together we stood there and looked at our little peanut laying there helpless. Wanting to do something to make it all better but having no power to do anything but stand and watch. We spoke to the doctor and he told us everything was working like it was supposed to and that he was hoping for a very non eventful night. While speaking to him Miranda told him that he was one of the doctors that took care of Payton and that he was the one who put the chest tube in Payton when his lungs collapsed. Wee all kind of sat and talked about Payton and shared some of the stories from our first visit to the NICU.

We went back to the room and tried to get some sleep. At 1:00 this morning the phone in the room rang, never a good sign. The doctor told us that the chest xrays were still not very good so they put Brayden on the JET. A type of ventilator that takes one breath and chop it up into a number of short burst of air. This machine is supposed to be easier on the lungs. As soon as I answered the phone, Miranda began to cry, knowing it wasn't good news. i told her what the doctor told me and that it was for Brayden's benefit. It wasn't because he was doing worse but a preemptive tactic to try and help him recover quicker.