Since we brought the little guy home, he has been on a leash. A clear, colorless leash attached with stickers to the sides of his face. We spent a lot of time nudging the thing back into his nose. He spent a lot of time trying to tear it off. We got deliveries of oxygen tanks, large and small, brought by some interesting young men so we could plug him in home and abroad. The travel bag was designed by someone that clearly never had to use it, as it swings around unsteadily. The tube, when not connected to it's tank, was in constant danger of being stepped on, or snagged on corners, and poor baby's head would suddenly snap back (not hard, I promise).
Ceremonial removing his stickers. I'd told little guy he could remove them himself, but he didn't get to it fast enough.
Applying the puls-ox reader.
Soomehow this red light can red the amount of oxygen in the blood.
But now it's gone. His oxygen levels are up to the point where he doesn't need that little boost anymore.
Isn't he handsome?
wahoo!
ReplyDeleteyes, he is!
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