Last night was much better; no worried huddle around Zoe at 3AM.
The respiratory therapist had come the evening before and removed some very impressive clumps of dried mucous (really, mouth boogers) from the palate and tongue. She seemed to breathe much easier after that.
A platelet boost of up to 22 today was followed a few hours later by a drop to under 5. Hmph. Her blood chloride levels were found to be off as well. More platelet infusions, more medicines to tinker with her chemistry.
The girl has so many different things infusing into her it's amazing her body accepts it all (well, not really accepting those platelets, huh?). Since they needed to give her another blood transfusion to bring her hematocrit level up, and since she had so many needed meds using up all her line access, they had to put an IV in her hand for the blood transfusion.
The ordeal this little girl is going through, and she still is just the sweet cherub fighter chick-a-dee that she's always been.
Doc Manley today said, again, that he really feels like Zoe is turning a corner for the better--and he reminded us that he's seen more than a few of these procedures through. He caught my eye to make certain that I was hearing him.
I was, am, definitely pleased--I told him--but it's been my M.O., or maybe my superstitious side, to not take anything for granted about how she's doing--it could all change very quickly. He agreed that that was correct and true. However, his "gestalt" of the situation tells him that she is progressing along very well and continuing on towards good things.
I'm nervous even writing that, I'm so afraid to "jinx" anything. So funny to admit that, and yet--nothing about this experience with Zoe, from the day she was born, has been expected or assumed.
So, can you blame me?
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