Over the past several days, Mason's oxygen need has steadily crept up. On Friday, he was needing 3/4 to 1 liter, Saturday it was pretty much 1 liter, and yesterday it was mostly 1 liter, but a few creeps up to 1.5 liters. Then last night (another rough night for sleep) we had to turn him up to 1.5 liters for much of the night. Following the instructions from our pediatrician, we called and talked to the on-call lung doctor. After a brief run down of the last few days, he agreed that we should come to the hospital. This time, though, we bypassed the ER and were admitted straight to a room, almost as if it was a planned admission. So, we find ourselves back in the children's hospital where our nurse who worked with Mason for 1 day last time remembered us and has been wonderfully helpful.
When we got here, Mason started smiling and giggling as if he was in a familiar, friendly place. For this we were thankful as having him happy makes the hard stuff bearable. Throughout the day, though, he hasn't had much sleep and hasn't been able to have food pending confirmation of the feeding tube placement, so he's become a little more crabby. Hopefully tomorrow will see another change for the better as we continue to fit all of the pieces of the puzzle together to figure out why Mason is having more trouble with his breathing.
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