He's been spiking fevers, then returning to normal, then spiking again, all while these breathing issues are continuing. The tachocardia seems to be gone, but the machines say that he's averaging 90 breaths per minute, which isn't good.
Still, he got some good playmat time today. That's a good thing. And, I got six hours of uninterrupted (well, except for Younger Bro smacking me on top of my head at around 6:30 this morning) sleep. Also good. The whole situation is not good, although we've upgraded from scared to concerned.
I did get some great Younger Bro time today. He's really starting to want to be with me, which I like. He's giggling in anticipation sometimes, and he gets mad when I stop making him giggle. That boy still loves chewing on my fingers, and he attacks them like a cat pouncing on a mouse. It's funny watching him attack my fingers then take full-jaw chews on them.
The Wife and I went out for breakfast on the way to the hospital, and we took YB with us. He's so happy and fun... He really charmed everyone at the restaurant.
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