Sunday, December 07, 2008
EXTUBATE. NOT INTUBATE. EXTUBATE.
Zoe's lying rather comfortably in mommy's arms. The ever-present beep beep and tubes accompany, but there she is. Maxing. Relaxing.
The doctors will keep on eye on her stats and also periodically use a high flow of oxygen through a mask into her lungs to make sure they are working ok.
Dad tried to hold her and did ok, but Zoe's still a lot traumatized. Mommy says she spent her first several minutes with her hands shoved in her mouth, defensively trying to keep the stupid people from shoving stuff down her her throat. (Zoe's words, not mine.)