Day 83 - September 6 - Why Me?

Why'd you have to give me such lovable doofuses (doofii?) for brothers, Lord?

You realize that this means war? No self-respecting male should have his incredible reputation for overwhelming masculinity called into question by the global posting of photos taken in his early geek years! Now I'm going to have to start a new blog dedicated to all the horn-rimmed, long-haired freakazoid pictures I have of my to male siblings.

In the meantime, here's a praise for you - this morning I got to the hospital to find that overnight, the staff has dialed Connor's vent settings down to room air - 21% O2 - with a PEEP of zero! And he's maintaining his saturation levels in the high 90s and also instigating more breaths than the vent is set for! Woohoo - we'll take that!

Just to refresh the vent weaning debate, the doctor's concern is that the amount of breath Connor draws - something called the "vital capacity" or VC, is very small compared to what he needs. They say he needs to draw over a liter of air to sustain it, and he's currently drawing between 100 and 200 milliliters. Not enough. Of course, you may remember that he used to be drawing 50-100, so that's a discussion I will be having with the doctor next week. For now, I'm just enjoying the fact that the boy's on room air and doing well.

God is still good.

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