Finally, We Got What We Came For!

First of all, Mason wants to make sure to say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAPA!!!


"I don't care who does it - NICU, PICU, IV therapy, Panda, or anesthesia - I want the best person in the hospital to get up here and start an IV!" That's the fantastic quote from our fantastic attending pediatrician after still no IV at 9:45 this morning. I loved it! He made some phone calls, talked to the anesthesiologist, and we had a plan by about 10:15. The anesthesiologist was just getting started with a surgery, but once she made sure the airway was good, she could let her resident monitor things, step out, and get an IV started for Mason. So, that's just what we did, finally! So, about 23 hours after arriving, we finally got what we came for - Mason started his pulse dose of steroids.

Unfortunately, between the 'roid rage, the likely aching from being poked 8 times, the IV forcing his foot into an awkward position, and Mason's last tooth starting to cut through his gums, he didn't have a great afternoon. He needed quite a bit more oxygen most of the day, but is now starting to need a little less oxygen tonight. Now, if we could just get his night time medications and head to sleep, we could start the day fresh tomorrow.