I noticed Marshall’s chest drain was full of gunk yesterday while he was with THAT nurse.

THAT nurse is the one who made him cey EVERY SINGLE TIME she touched him.  The good news is most hospitals are full of THAT nurse and you are lucky to get a good one.  Not here.  This place is full of good nurses and we were just unlucky to get THAT one.

End rant.  We will not have to see her again for some time. I hope.

Needless, the drainage is chylous effusion.

It is serious.
It is scary.
It is a big road block.
But it is treatable. And Dr. Baird predicted it would happen which is why Marshall’s chest tube is still doing it’s job.

The Great Nurse K (his nurse for the past three nights who radiates a special kind of rare charisma/pure joyishness) delivered the news at 6 a.m. via phone call.

And she assured that since there isn’t a ton of drainage, he will be ok.

So today we explore treatment options. And celebrate the wins: she cleaned out his pick line so he doesn’t have a million i.v. caps & tubes attached to him, she removed his arterial line (daddy has no excuse for avoiding diaper duty!), spruced up his bassinet, and happily gave him a “bath” (a real bath is still weeks away) to bring out the red in his hair.

Time to go get my hands on a sweet little boy…36 hours til all of my big & little boys are together again ♥