Last night Rhett was having Bradycardia episodes where he was desating. Brady's for him aren't all that uncommon. His resting heart rate is generally around 45-57. But last night his O2 levels would drop every time his heart rate dipped. THAT is uncommon for him.
So we have a call into the Cardio, and will be seeing him soon. I imagine we'll have a holter monitor again.
Cause you know, this kid doesn't have enough wires and things hooked up to him as it is.
As I was watching the monitors I got out my camera and decided to take some pictures. See, if he's sleeping he can't pull funny faces, nor can he run away.
Heh. Mommy--1 Rhett--0...till he wakes up anyways.
I wonder some days if he will be going to high school with his binky in his back pack for nap time....
If only pictures could talk. These hands have so many stories to tell. They still bear scars and owies of his most recent IV pokes, and those pokes from the past.
Aren't these pigs just yummy looking? I love to eat Rhett's feet. I can't keep my grubby little hands off of them.
They may bear witness to his health issues, they still have scars from IV pokes as well, and he sports the ever beeping pulse ox on the toe every night wrapped in lovely coban. But none of these can take away from the little boy who giggles each night as we lie in bed tickling these piggies.
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