Morning After

Brogan and I got home at around 1:45 this morning. The vast majority of the time, all we did was wait. We waited in the lobby, we waited in his room, we waited to see the doctor/nurse/respiratory therapist. In between all that waiting, there was vitals, a breathing treatment, some deep suctioning (like Ayden used to get - the kind that involves a long tube being shoved down the nostrils), and an RSV test.

When it was all said and done, it was decided Brogan has bronchiolitis again. This would be the third time since October. Fortunately, the RSV test came back negative. They sent us home with an inhaler and an attachment that allows us to give some puffs to Brogan. It's not as effective at getting him the medicine as breathing treatments from a nebulizer, but it's better than nothing.

He did pretty great through the whole process. We were there a long time, but he never broke down, except during the deep suctioning (I saw the same look in his eyes that I saw many times in Ayden's). He did a lot of cruising around his crib and played with a couple toys I put in there with him (ones that were too big for him to drop through the openings in the rails).

It was a long (and pricey) process, but even looking back, it was probably the right decision. He sounds quite a bit better this morning than he did yesterday at this time. Progress.