Tyce just stared at me when I woke him and changed his diaper. After I changed him, he got his blanket and headed back to bed.
He was very sleepy and docile the whole time before they took him. The Doctor came in less than a hour later and said everything was fine and we should see him soon. He wasn't coming and wasn't coming, until finally we asked.
He decided that if they were going to breathe for him he didn't need to do that on his own and couldn't keep his oxygen up. They finally brought him back after 2 hours and we still had to work on keeping his oxygen. He was a very sad, thirsty little guy. He hated his IV and wanted it off.
They finally got his oxygen up and we got to come home. He got to ride in a wagon down to the car. He went straight to bed. Last time we did tubes he slept from 9:00-5:00.
Anyway, thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers. It's nice to know we have friends and family to love and support us.
It's just doesn't seem right for someone so small to be wearing a hospital gown!