Day Four At Casa St. Luke's

I have to tell you, Kean seems to be doing so much better. 

For one, he's not crying non-stop anymore.

And two, he'll have a few moments here and there where he'll play and actually eat something.

His lungs are still pretty wheezy, so the RT is doing a new procedure to try and break up the gunk.

The machine is a like a low key, vibrating jack hammer.

Kean seems to like it-- he doesn't fight her.

They're doing this procedure every four hours around the clock.
(Notice she's all decked out in lovely yellow--  Kean is in isolation since RSV is contagious).

 As I told you earlier, his IV collapsed, so we are working hard

 to keep him hydrated with lots of liquids and food.

How are we doing?  Hmm, I'd give us a C. 

He can't have milk (too mucusy-- is that a word?).

And he's not real hip on Pedialyte.

Squash?  Yes.

Apple Sauce?  In moderation.

Frozen Yogurt?  Surprise-- a big no!

 I brought Greer and Reese up for a quick hello-- but was so busy trying to keep

them from smothering him-- I forgot to take any pictures.

Byron and Holland came up last night.

I don't know who was more excited -- Kean or Holland.

So when are we going home?

That's the $64,000 question or whatever they charge here at St. Luke's.

His lungs still sound pretty nasty

and he's on twice the amount of oxygen he should be on for a baby his size with RSV.

We've turned some good corners but clearly have a few more to go.
Thanks so much for the love and prayers.