Seth's Setback

We had a big set back in Seth's recovery last night. Toward the late evening, Seth started to sound very congested and seemed to have a hard time breathing. We tried all our little tricks, propping him in bed, setting him in his wheelchair, turning him on his side and patting his chest to get him to cough. As it got later and he sounded worse and worse, it became apparant that we needed to go to the emergency room. By the time we got him in the van, I was pounding on his chest and shaking him a little all the way to the hospital because his breathing was very labored. I had called ahead but they still had us go through the motions at the desk before they would even see him. I made Bruce keep patting his chest but they just took their time. When they got him back, they checked his oxygen and it was way too low. All of the sudden there were 15 people, running all over his room with needles and tubes. They put a ventilator in, put an IV line on the other side of his neck (now he has a matched pair) and poked him in every possible area of his body. It was so scary to see your little boy in such a frenzy. Then we heard the words "life flight" and I lost it. They were sending him back to Primarys on life flight. Didn't we just skip that joint on Saturday? It was crazy and they had him so drugged he wouldn't even respond to our touch or our voices. They ran every test they could think of and started to get him ready to go. Everyone was so nice and the two sweet nurses that came with life flight were amazing. Of course I couldn't stop crying. I felt like such a failure. So they flew away with our boy and we rushed home to get some things together for a couple of days. Collin and Mason were awesome to help us. They had finished my cinnamon rolls and topped them with "green" frosting (yes, I was making cinnamon rolls at 10pm. The boys asked so nicely, what was I to do) and they had packed our bags, with a few extras like paint samples, oven mitts, a lucky sock, Miette's bubbles and anything else they could get their grubby hands on as a practical joke. They actually did a great job. I got down here with the basics. We rushed through the house and threw in a few extra essentials then rushed to Salt lake. He was all hooked up in PICU by the time we got here at about 3:30. Bruce told me I had to call my parents because my mom would be so mad if I didn't. They walked in just a few minutes after we did. I felt so bad but honestly, it was so nice to have them there (it was Dad's first day as a retired man). After a while, the nurse sent Bruce and I to a coat closet with a bed to catch a few winks because we were about to topple over. Mom and Dad stayed all morning with us. They are amazing! About 1pm they took the ventilator out. His fever was going down and he was more awake than he had been in days. They are pretty sure that he has an infection somewhere and that the meds they sent us home with were over dosing him and he was forgetting to clear his airways. Hence the junk in his lungs that we are dealing with now. We were most excited though when he started to smile and he even laughed at his Dad! What a special blessing for us. We are now out of ICU and now we wait for him to be 100%. I don't want to go home with him until he is perfect because I never want to go through that again!!!!! Ever!!!! Bruce has a theory though. He calls it his "Mater" theory. Seth just wanted to ride in one of them "fancy helicopters".