Thank you again everybody, for all your kind support.
I couldn't write about this yesterday because of the anguish that was choking me up.
On Wednesday, the doctors basically told us that they were giving Big Kid all of the oxygen support that they could. Because of the intense pneumonia infection in the left lung, and the infection in his right lung, if things didn't change post haste, there was nothing more they could do.
They were going to try him on nitrous oxide (yes, laughing gas), in a last-ditch effort to open up his airways.
From our understanding, nitrous is lighter than oxygen, but can carry some oxygen molecules to places where the oxygen was unable to penetrate. Big Kid could only be on it for 48 to 72 hours tops before the nitrous would start to poison him and cause serious permanent damage.
They have to keep moving him from one side to another. Every time they moved him to his left side, Big Kid would turn blue, and they'd have to turn his oxygen level back up to 85% to try to maintain his oxygen saturation level.
This morning at 3am when I called, they said he had a good night. When Hubby called again at 8am, they said he was holding strong.
We were able to get there a couple of hours later (with the big snowstorm, there was a 2-hour delay at school).
When we walked in, Big Kid's nurse told us that there was significant improvement on Big Kid's chest xray, and that he was down to 55% oxygen. The nitrous was working.
I lost it and sobbed for at least 5 minutes.
The goal today was to wean him off the nitrous, and there wasn't much hope that he could maintain without it.
He did. He did it.
By 6pm, they had weaned him off it completely, and he's still at 55% Even on his "bad" side.
Still critical, but getting close to turning the corner.
Where there's life, there's hope.
My boy. My baby boy. You're strong.
Beat this, dammit.