The baby that crashed the other day & had emergency surgery is not doing well. The parents are very young & very scared. The dad is a lot like me & is so invested I've seen him cry a lot, just like I did & have when things are scary. They seem to appreciate when we give them some nice words & advice, other than from the blue shirts we get it from all day long. Unless you've been in it, you can't compare, you can't relate, you truly don't get it. That's why regardless of background a lot of us parents are able to bond & try & work through it. I feel for them so much as they were apprised to be ready for their baby to not make it. We've had a couple conversations that warned of possible outcomes like this, but not the heaviness that they have been going through.
I was finally discharged today in the early afternoon, after 2 days of poor communication amongst themselves & to us to go along with no timeline for their own expectations. That being said we have found the culprit of what happened with my arm, a staph infection in both my radius & ulna that resulted in the previous posts hardware removal surgery. As we speak I'm getting a vancomycin IV at Mayo Methodist, which I will have to get twice a day, every day, for the next 4 weeks at minimum. Takes about 2.5 hours each time, so needless to say this will be another annoyance we'll continue to work through. They are overnighting a self-administered IV unit that I'll be able to be taught how to use tomorrow night, so I'll be able to be somewhat mobile with it, maybe Zoey & I can share an IV pole?
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