Wednesday afternoon I was told by the good doctor that it looks like Rhys will be coming home on Friday. Friday! So long as he doesn’t have any bradycardia (brady) or desaturations (desats). He’s been without any brady’s or desats for five whole days and is doing so, so well! But then,
last night he had a brady.
Eric was the one to tell me about it.
It happened while he was there.
My moment of hope, that beautiful set date of Friday was slipping through my fingers. I went a little numb and in denial about the whole thing. I eagerly called the nursers this morning to see what the update was and what the doctor had said about the brady. My eager mom voice was hoping and praying that it wasn’t ‘real’ that maybe the monitor hadn’t been properly picking up the signal.
But it was real.
And so were the tears that I let fall silently on my checks as I tried to remind myself that he just needed a little more time. That he is where he needs to be right now.
I can barely hold myself together today. The doctor has said that as long as he passes his car-seat study this afternoon and has no brady’s tonight that he will let him come home tomorrow.
But it’s not set in stone.
Except in my stubborn mind.
Here’s to hoping that he’s ready. Here’s to hoping that I’m ready if he’s not.
xoxo