Out

A little trach tie covers the stoma allowing air to aid healing. The stoma will close to a pinprick in a couple of days. It is so utterly strange to see my boy like this, without a trach and boy is he handsome! I noticed here the Children's Hospital hands logo embedded in between starships and spacemen.

Walk of honour

"Mama have. I won't be needing this anymore thank you."

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31 months and 6 throat surgeries later, the trach is out.

Been up all night in hospital, now 2pm and I must have a nap.  I'll post later about this incredible journey to get to this position. But for now, must sleep then pick up Callum.

Thank you........


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PS Woke up to home phone. Had to post more. Reu would not wear his cap all night, not at all kept wanting to breathe through trach thus no sleep for me plus in a room with 3 newborns, enough said. So ask Dr this morning when he arrives at 7am to help, though no help, needed, you just whip it out "So what happens if he doesn't tolerate the trach out?". "Well, we'll come back in a year". I'm fuming at this. Dr has been negative throughout the years with the bedside manner of a wet fish. Brilliant surgeon, but wet fish. And so we try our blooming damndest to make it work. Jason whips it out, I take the pics, we divert Reu's attention with Signing Time and taking him for a walk to see the nurses and if you visit the blog you'll see him playing in the playroom too.