I wanted to say I hate the PICU….
But I don’t really. I just hate the fact we’re here. The PICU stands for the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit…..reserved for really sick kids.
The doors are all sliding glass so the nurse can observe kids 24 hours a day. We are at one end of the PICU, the bathroom is at the other end….so, if you have to pee, you have to walk past 12 rooms of sick kids.
I try to ‘hold it’ so I don’t even have to walk past 12 rooms. If I do, I try not to look in…..ugh…. kiddos hooked up to five different machines, parents with that ‘lost’ look in their eyes….
if you gotta be here, you gotta be here but yeah, the PICU sucks.
We are here tonight because Samantha crashed while being sedated for her MRI. When the anesthesiologist started her ‘cocktail’ of meds, her heartbeat became irregular and her oxygen stats dropped to 60% .
The doctor immediately stopped the sedation process. Samantha woke up on the way back to the recovery room with a doozy of a seizure.
Big seizure + irregular heartbeat + dropped stats = PICU
She looks better tonight and is resting comfortably. We have no results from the MRI because it just didn’t happen.
Her belly remains a mystery.
I’m okay with that.
Hoping to be back on 8 tomorrow.
Send Samantha a cheer card here 🙂