Nurse Amy and I are postulating a theory that Rudy doesn’t like mornings. Today, he started fussing at about 5am and was somewhat agitated right through noon. He wasn’t throwing major tantrums and his heart rate wasn’t extremely elevated, but his breathing was rapid enough that we ended his first sprint at about an hour. Perhaps the extended time off the vent over the weekend tuckered him out a bit and there’s no need to rush as we’re waiting on stomach output to resolve itself. He settled down nicely this afternoon and is just finishing up his second one hour sprint with a bit more comfort.
Not much else to report around here. Several rounds of doctors have swung through today (ICU team, Surgery, GI, Cardio) and they’re all keeping tabs on Rudy, but as the plan for the week is to wait out the chylous acides there’s not much in the way of orders. He had an Xray of his lungs today which satisfied everyone and the cardiology team may do some imagery of his heart, arteries and veins just to make sure there are no blockages or anamolies that would be affecting pressures in his lymphatics. There’s not much expectation that they’ll find anything, but anything’s worth ruling out.
Rudy is bright-eyed and awake right now so I’ll sign off and play with him for a bit. This afternoon I’ve introduced him to peek-a-boo by covering his face with a blanket and then pulling it off. To say he enjoys it might be an overstatement, but it sure has him interested. We’ll see how it takes.