Mr. Frankie is doing good! He is down to .1 on his liter flow! We can't get any lower than that. The next step would be room air. Yay! Let's hope we don't have to go back up from here.
Frankie is still having a hard time eating. Joe and I finally got down to brass tacks and told them that something needs to change. The poor kid puked his brains out. I've had more vomit on me in the last few hours than necessary. My hands were not meant to be barf buckets. Little baby was throwing up like crazy. He still had 34ml in his belly but surgery said we still need to feed him 80ml every three hours no matter what is in there. WTF?! That's insane. Does anyone force feed your ass? You'd be throwing up too if you were still full and they were forcing it down your throat! Sorry, just tired of this happening to the little fella. So, our amazing nurse talked to the doctors on rounds and we are only going to be feeding him the 80ml minus what is left in his belly. The doctors will talk to surgery in the morning and hopefully figure out a new plan. I will be calling early in the morning and be getting here asap to make sure that all is okay and he's not lying in his own vomit if they decide to continue force feeding my child (so not letting that happen). If you want anything done around here, the nurses are the way to go. They're so great.
This really is a great place. We're just frustrated with the eating situation. We just need to devise a new plan.
Other than that the little booger is doing well. He is breathing well and his O looks good, too. AND we had Carlinda today. Frankie loves that lady, as do we. Today was Joanie's last day as the attending doctor, we're a little bummed about that, but we are grateful we had her as a doctor. She's great.
Bambi and his friends were able to escape the wrath of the hunting men last night and this morning, too. Go Bambi!
Which way to the gym?
LOVE that smile!
Crazy hair!
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