We Have a Trach

I was a ball of nerves going into this surgery, but according to his surgeons, he had an uneventful surgery.  His anesthesiologist was Amara's old anesthesiologist and I felt like she was looking down on us telling him to take care of her best friend. I am still shaky from going through that experience, and oddly enough waiting on the other shoe to drop.  I know I need to stop and surrender my fears to God.  The first night from surgery, we easily weaned him down to 24 percent. I had never seen Joey go so low on his oxygen requirement. I was ready to trial him on room air! Overnight and early morning he stayed on his 24 percent.  When I walked in this morning he was at 42 percent, and steadily climbed to needing 90 percent oxygen! We discovered that his right lung had shown some collapse-as to whether it is due to secretions or just not moving and being paralyzed, we do not know. Joey spent most of the day with his right lung up, and we have worked ourselves down to only needing 38 percent. I feel completely helpless right now while he is on his paralytic because I can't pull out all my tricks to help him get his secretions moving. I can usually massage his back with my vibrating facial massager, and that helps to loosen some stuff up. I also depend on his percussion therapy to get stuff moving around. Right now, I have nothing but suctioning and the occasional repositioning.  This is just going to be the longest week ever.  I know I must look crazy when the nurses have asked me if I have been outside. I definitely miss my workouts. I am going to find some time at some point to do some yoga, because my body needs to move. My goal is to do this before I go to bed tonight.