So it probably won't come as a big surprise to anyone that this Thanksgiving was kind of the holiday that wasn't for David and I. We got up and came to the hospital as we normally do and met with the team for rounds. The news was pretty good. The boys looked good and were doing just what the doctors wanted them to be doing - resting and not getting worse. Charlie had opened an eye! Go, Charles!! Things were so quiet that David and I actually went out of the hospital for lunch. Lunch was nice and it was great to eat something other than cafeteria food. We came back from the hospital and things were still good. We stayed a couple more hours and then went home around 5:30. Once we were home we were rolling around in all the "good news" i.e. no bad news of the day. And then the phone rang. It was the Resident letting us know that Henry's urine output wasn't where they wanted it so they were putting him back on dopamine for his blood pressure. My initial reaction was fuck, blood pressure issues are how things seem to start with Henry. The resident was great in explaining what exactly she was concerned about and helping us understand it was more of a precaution than an emergent situation. I climb slightly down off the ledge I've been loitering on and we eat and climb into bed. And then the phone rings again and I climb right back on my favorite ledge. This time the call is about the blood cultures from Henry's PICC line and peripheral cultures. They have come back positive for infection after 48 hours. Double fuck. They are going to start him back on Vancomycin to treat the infection and the infectious disease team will be there in the morning to chat about what we do. We hang up with the Resident and I glare at my phone. It's clear to me I'll be sleeping on my ledge of fear tonight and we just need to get to the morning so we can get a plan going.
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