WE GOT THE THUMBS UP!!!!!! Can you believe it? WE GOT THE THUMBS UP!!!!! Ok, now that that most awesomeness news is out I can back track. Wait. WOO HOO, I love thumbs!!!! Thumbs are so great! Aren’t thumbs great?
Tyler woke up on his own and was calm, which is very good. Calm is good. He started moving his mouth again like he was trying to talk and Trey told him that he was ok, safe, and in the hospital, and that we were both there. Larry, the ECMO coordinator (I think that’s what his job title is. I just call him Larry. But hey, don’t trust me. I just found out today that what I thought were g
ray battery packs hanging from the poles was actually his Fentanyl. I was all, “Dang, those battery pacts hold cruddy charges. They must have a huge battery charger at the nurses station.” Ding Dong!! In my defense, they are gray boxes and only today did I notice they said Fentanyl on them” We will chalk that one up to stress.) So back to the story. Larry said, “Tyler, squeeze my hand” and he did. Then Larry said “Tyler, give us the thumbs up” and through all the medication haze and the swollen fingers, those arms rotated and those thumbs clearly rotated up! It was incredible. Just incredible.
And then they knocked him out again. It was like “thanks for joining the party…..ba bye”. Just kidding, they really only want those short moments so they can gage where he is neurologically. But it was a great sign, and a wonderful pick me up for his team and I imagine for everyone following his progress. Give yourselves a pat on the back. Better yet, give yourself the thumbs up!
I was walking down the hall talking to my mom telling her the good news and I saw the most gorgeous and beautiful Golden Retriever. If you know me I am a huge animal lover. I might get arrested for stealing puppies one day, seriously. But anyway, I had to stop and pet this dog (who must have better shampoo than me) I am talking to my mom and she is crying because by that time I had gotten to the “Thumbs Up” part of the story. She is crying and I wanted to cry becaue I was so happy beacuse of the Thumbs Up! but this dog was SO pretty so I had to say: “Mom, hang on. I have to pet this dog”. Standing next to the dog (with the better hair than me) was one of the Chaplins at the hospital. She looked down at me (cause I was petting the dog) and asked how
Tyler was. I said, “We got the Thumbs Up!” She starts crying, my mom is crying, and I am crying and trying to hold onto my cell phone, hug the Chaplin and pet the dog; It was a little wack-a-doodle . A wonderful chaotic wack-a-doodle mess. . .
So right now Tyler’s respirator machine is down to 40 so that means they an start adjusting the ECMO. And of course those numbers may need tweeking as each blood test is drawn. We are far far far from being out of the woods, but clearly we are on the right road.
Keep those prayers, good thoughts, and vibes a comin’
Thumbs up! to you all