All-in-all everything went better and easier than I expected. This morning I thought the whole day was going to be a bomb because the hospital called and said they didn't have a bed ready for Colin so not to come in as planned...Some waiting and lots of phone calls later, we got the okay to head in--luckily we are only about 15 minutes or so from our hospital.
Took forever in Registration. Funny thing. While we were waiting in Registration a woman started talking to us...turns out she figured out who we were because she is friends with our old nurse, Darla...and she must have seen pictures of the boys...so while I was up at the desk the woman took her phone out and called Darla so Gene got to chat with her. We're "mad" at her because last time she was in Vermont she didn't come by :(
So, we head upstairs and roll into the PICU. I think we're the only family that ever admits and discharges from the PICU!
Paul (RT) was there. Not much happened, at first. Got settled in. No one really 'got' that we were just there for a couple of hours--guess it's not done much. We were admitted on an 'in patient' level of care, whatever that means. The nurse wanted all this info about meds and all that and I ended up giving her his schedule but it wasn't needed. We already had permission from Nutrition to use our feeds.
Saw Dr. Heath (Intensivist) and caught him up on things. Saw Dr. Lahiri (pulmonologist), etc.
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