Pain down, food up

Noah had a relatively good night...with Daddy-O and the most phenomenal PICU nurse. At around 5:30 a.m., however, he started to cough up all the secretions that had built up in his lungs. The excessive and forceful coughing caused him to gag and then vomit.

Oh, no! I thought we were finished with that vomiting thing. Let's not start this again! Please!

Well...it did start again. Once Nana and I took over for the day shift, our Little Man had several coughing and vomiting sessions. Unfortunately, because the stent in Noah's trachea is open {like a plastic pipe} some of what he vomits comes out the trach. Not good! Not good, at all! The doctors have decided to stop Noah's feeds for right now and just give him IV fluids to see if that helps at all. We shall see...

On a happier note, Noah's MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologist says he looks great and has transitioned him off the Toradol and onto Tylenol and Motrin {alternating every three hours}. Mr. Man's pain seems to be only about half of what it was yesterday and he has even given me a few smiles.

We're still in the PICU and plan on staying here until we can get the vomiting under control. Thank you so much for the continued thoughts, prayers, and comments. We feel so loved and supported. Please pray for no more vomiting so that the Jacksons can be home for Thanksgiving {Uncle Adam is deep frying the turkey again. Yumm-O!!}