I Hate Fluid!

Last night didn't go quite as planned.  Averi was up well into the night crying and no amount of cuddling or Tylenol would console her.  She was maxed out on her medications but the withdraws were really bugging her.  She finally fell asleep, but only in spurts, and didn't get into a deep sleep until this morning.

When the doctor came by to tell me that her white counts had gone up more than 50% since yesterday my cancer fighting brain was ecstatic.  This quickly died when she explained that she was worried that Averi was trying to fight off another infection and wanted to keep her here for another day to keep an eye on her.  Nice!

Averi was fine until the afternoon when her oxygen levels went down into the 60's and they had to give her blow-by to bring them back up.  As the day progressed, her heart rate started climbing and her lungs sounded worse.  A chest x-ray showed a significant increase in fluid on her right lung and she was put on CPAP to help keep her oxygen levels up and hopefully force open that right side.  Cultures were taken again and she was started on another round of antibiotics as well as the diuretics.

She kept fighting them over putting the CPAP on and they had to give her quite a bit of sedation just to get it on.  The picture was during one of the breaks while they were waiting for the meds to kick in.  She was finally happy for just a few minutes.  They pound on her chest every 2 hours now in hopes of getting some of the crud out of her lungs.  

This means she will be here at least 2 more days until the results come back from the cultures.  If someone could explain to me exactly how a person gets an infection while in isolation in the PICU, I am all ears.