Saturday morning we dropped Luke’s morphine levels down a bit and the doctor ordered that we pull his NG tube (the tube up his nose that was pulling gunk from his belly). That made for a much, much happier Luke.
Unfortunately, the morning blood labs came back and they showed evidence that his blood was not clotting properly. You want your blood to clot after a specific time (below 39 seconds) and Luke’s levels were much higher than that. *sigh*
Luke just added another specialist to his repertoire. Dadgumit. Dr. Harrod from hematology came by and we talked about Luke’s “coag levels”. They were not good. She wanted to give him another transfusion of blood and of plasma and check his levels again. We don’t think it’s an underlying blood disorder, but it was quite perplexing because he’s never tanked on the blood side before with his previous two surgeries. According to Dr. H, she thinks he just got broad-sided from this surgery. In addition, when Dr. Meyer removed all those adhesions (or bumps in his intestine) he endured lots of tiny cuts that just weren’t healing as quickly and oozing. Lovely.
Some days, I just want to put a sign on the door that reads…
While we waiting on the blood bank to send up the transfusions, I enjoyed a refreshing visit with my brother, sister-in-law, niece, mom and dad. A dose of normal was nice. Ava was screaming her head off when they left. Loved it.
We got the transfusions under way which meant for a bad night of sleeping for me and Luke. Those are always a little scary, watching for reactions. Plus, the added volume of blood to Luke’s system is a bit tenuous because of his heart defect. Too much volume is dangerous for him. Looks like cardiology will be stopping by on Monday to check that out.
See what I told you about the specialists? Luke needs to stop being so social.
Scott had a gala event that his office was responsible for…normally he would’ve skipped it, but his co-worker who coordinated it was down the hall from us at Dell with her son in surgery for a ruptured appendix. We joked that they should rename this wing for patients of the Diocese of Austin only. Funny haha.
Scott headed home and I tried to get some rest. “Try” being the operative word there 🙂