No problem, except today was Jack's day off, so we had the kids with us, and he was taking them to ride the DART trains while I took Elijah to his appointment, and then we had made plans to play with cousins on our way back to Gilmer. Instead, Dr. Tracy's nurse walked me down to admitting, and I took Elijah and checked him into his room in the hospital, and then we drove straight back to Nana's house to drop Jack and the kids off, and I drove back to Dallas so I can spend the night with him and take him home when they decide he's okay.
Lab work done when Elijah was admitted showed a low blood count, so he's getting a blood transfusion to help him out there. So far his O2 levels have stayed high enough that he hasn't needed any supplemental oxygen, but if they stay in the 60s for 15 minutes, he gets the oxygen mask.
So it turns out that Elijah is not superbaby, and we will not take his "good" health for granted, since he is really a very fragile little boy awaiting a second open-heart surgery. He sure can wail though. All worries of his voice never coming back are completely gone. The ear-piercing cry I heard when he was born has returned in full force and ensures that he gets his milk on schedule. If you know Jack Jack, you know the kind of cry I am talking about, but Elijah's is even more high pitched.
And it turns out that I am not superwoman, either. But you do what you have to do.
Born: 10/25/10
Norwood surgery: 10/26/10
Discharged: 11/15/10
Re-admitted: 12/16/10
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