It's a Date

Yesterday was one the best and worst days so far in the process.  When we got to the hospital we were told that we finally had a discharge date of December 19th.  I can't tell you how great this feels.  This could change but as long as we learn everything we need to and Brodie continues on the same track we will be out of here.  After almost four long months to know that we will bring him home and he will get to sleep in his room has made all of the long stressful days up here worth it.  We know we have a long road still ahead of us but it will be at home.  We will miss all of the wonderful people we have met and the comfort of others being there if something goes wrong but we are more than ready to be home.  There was one thing that happened yesterday that put a damper on our great news.  LaVona and I are trying to take a more active role in Brodie's care and become less dependent on the nurses.  Brodie was in a chair and he was having a hard time keeping his head up because he was tired so we decided to move him to his swing.  The nurse stepped out so we did it ourselves (big mistake).  LaVona moved him while I had the tubing and while we were moving him the water in the tube got dumped into his throat.  We could tell that he did not like this and his saturation started going down.  I went to get another nurse and when we got into the room his saturation was plummeting.  His saturation was in the forties and he was starting to turn blue.  She checked his trach and it was still in but his heart rate and saturation kept going down and his heart rate was 45 and his saturations were nearing zero.  She started to bag him and at this point he was blue with purple lips and was eventually out.  By this time we had a bunch of doctors and nurses working on him to bring him back.  They eventually brought him back and he was just white and very tired.  During this whole process that was only about 5 minutes all we could do is just stand there and watch as they tried to bring him back.  All I could think about is how far we have come and is this how it is going to end.  THANKS to all of the doctors and nurses. especially Wayna, for bring our boy back.  So many people up here love him and these things hit them as hard as they do us.   It is just hard when you feel like it is your fault that something bad is happening to your child.  We are just thankful that these things are happening while we are here so we can learn to handle them.  Brodie likes to keep eveyrbody on their toes and loves attention.  I can't wait to post on the 19th that we are going home.  Thanks so much for the prayers and have a great week.