Reporting live from the hospital library…
…this just in: Ella passed her VCUG with flying colors! Just a couple more days of antibiotics, and a follow-up appointment in six months. But we can stop worrying about surgery on her ureter.
The test was fairly traumatic for The Girl, but darned near a death sentence for The Dad. Of course, once we got into the x-ray room, The Mom and The Nana headed for the door to run up and check on The Boy, leaving dear old Dad to do the dirty work. Listening to her scream into my ear, and catching bits of conversation from the nurse placing the catheder, “wow, she’s so small… this is really difficult…. I’m in the right place, but not getting it…” was something I endured, but had a little teary meltdown about once it was over. But it’s all worth it to hear that she’s fine.
…and, in other news: young Will has been breathing well on his own since late this morning. His color looks good, and his docs and nurses are pleased. But this too is a difficult thing to watch: lots of ups and downs, and occasional alarms, and fluctuating numbers, and we’ve been told to expect respirations over 100/minute. But we have it on good authority that even when successful, the first 24 hours of extubation are exceedingly difficult to watch. So we’re holding our emotions in check and offering him our best and toughest love as he does this hard work.