Evicted from his house.

Well, last night they took him out of the isolette. He isn’t on the vent, but he needs too much attention from the nurses to use the isolette right now. Part of his right lung has collapsed making it hard for him to get in enough oxygen. This isn’t the end of the world for those of you who have never had a kid in the NICU. He has had parts of his lung collapse before, and they can treat it fairly easily. Babies this age don’t have the strength to keep this open on their own, and the staff has to treat every kid for it. They just have to change his treatment from what it was before. He’s back under the warmer so the nurses can reach him easier. The nurses and doctors have been good so far – so I know they will be able to handle this easily.
There is one thing about the medical staff I don’t like though. They don’t treat everything as if it’s the end of the world. When Jordan’s lung collapses, I want a damn nurse sitting by his bed threading a tube into his chest and manually inflating it until I tell them to stop. A couple of nights ago, he didn’t gain any weight. I wanted to blend up some greasy fried chicken and put it in his tube. The doctor wanted to wait and see what happens! The same thing happens when he desats. I would like to keep my hand on the oxygen dial and manually change the settings as his readings go up and down. The nurses want to leave the damn settings alone for 5 or 10 minutes and go check on the other baby. I don’t stay up at night worrying about other babies! Friday was a good example. Jordan’s feeding tube was empty, and the other baby wasn’t breathing. Guess who had to wait 15 minutes to eat?!?! What can I say? I’m a caring bastard.