We are back in the hospital. On Friday, Tanya noticed that Oliver’s breathing wasn’t quite right. Armed with mother’s intuition and a nursing background, she quickly assessed the situation and took Oliver to the emergency.
The doctors aren’t sure right now what is wrong, it could be an infection, a virus or something wrong with his heart (like a hole in a chamber). It isn’t serious enough for him to be in the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit), but it is serious enough to have him closely monitored on the Pediatric unit.
We are playing a waiting game right now, waiting for test results. Tanya is spending the weekend at the hospital while I visit for 16 hours at a time (I am not allowed to spend the night, which means I get a baby free house to go home to get 8 hours of undisturbed sleep). Oliver is doing a great job at gaining weight and other then his odd breathing, he is doing very well.
From the photo, you can see his arm is wrapped up. There is a rigid board wrapped on his arm to prevent Oliver from messing with his IV (like bending his arm). He has however, turned it into a weapon, when he swings that around, watch out, you could walk away with a couple of bruises.
Also, look at those chubby cheeks, a sure sign that he is gaining right track.