Home, SWEET, Home

We are home. Augh! It feels so good to not be limited by any wires or machines! Bryce lived in a 1 foot radius of the sofa bed cot, and it feels good to walk around with him, sit on a comfortable sofa, and be able to dress him. The little things, right?

Our week in Pictures:

Sunday at my mom's house. Now that I look back at this picture, I can see just how sick Bryce actually is.

Waiting in the ER once he was stabilized. He hated the oxygen, and so did I. They had not yet taped it down so he wiggled it off constantly. Just when he would fall asleep, the darn thing would move.

Being moved to the room we would be in for the next few days. I never imagined he would get much sicker before he got better.

Once my Dad woke up, he came down to give Bryce his "blow by oxygen" treatment. See the cup on the wall? There is oxygen coming out of it; real high tech, huh? Shortly after, they decided he needed the oxygen directly so they put the nose line in instead. I have to admit I fought this one a bit. He hated it so much down in the ER, so I saw him not sleeping at all with it on. He actually felt much better once he did not have to fight so hard to breathe.

One of his many breathing treatments. Smoke comes out and blows in his face. It almost looks like he is smoking hukka.

His little IV in his arm with my brother Justin. They put plastic over it so he cannot pull it off. I have to give a big shout out to Justin. He hates hospitals so much that it was a true labor of love for him to come up and see us.

This monitoring device was the source of my frustration. Basically a heavy wire attached by a band aid. It's no wonder it fell off so often.

The Doctor. I cannot remember his name, but he was very nice. They had just deep suctioned his nose and cleaned his face so he was not very happy.

Getting better!

This was the nurse we had - Stacy. She made the stay even easier because she really knew what she was doing so I trusted her judgement.

Waiting for daddy to get the car. We are going home, yippee!

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I do have a situation that I need your advice on, blogger nation. When we first found out about the heart condition, it was because our nurse came in to inform us that something odd showed up on the XRays. I asked him if it was serious, to which he replied that it was. I asked him if it was cancer? He said that was not it, but that it would require surgery to fix and he could not elaborate until he confirmed it with the attending physician. He excused himself and apparently confirmed the double aortic valve was the finding.


So, he came back into the room and told us what they found. He did not know that much about it since he had never personally seen a case of it, but he did some research and found out that in order for Bryce to live he would need this surgery. I, of course, got all panicked and asked him specifically, "He will live, though, right?". Well, this nurse kind of looked funny and would not answer the question. I guess being the woman that I am, and wanting more details, I probably asked him five other ways to assure me that it was not life threatening. All he would say is that it was not life threatening right now. He then proclaimed that surgery can be very risky, etc., but that Bryce could be stabilized for the month or so we would have to wait until they did surgery. I asked him if the XRay could be wrong, and he said no way it was wrong because he personally knew the radiologist that read it.

Long story short, for about 40 minutes I questioned him about this illness, and he really made it out that Bryce did not have a good chance of survival. The next fifteen hours were spent crying over this news.

We now obviously know that the diagnosis given by this nurse was completely wrong. So, here is my dilemma. I have no desire to get this guy in trouble, but I would absolutely hate for some other poor mom to go through this unnecessarily. Would you say something to someone, or just let it go? I would appreciate your thoughts!