For the last year we have know that Coy was having a hard time breathing at night, but when we moved into my mom's and were sleeping in the same room we realized just how scary his breathing was. Our thoughts went from we will just wait and ask questions at his next well check to, make an appointment right now and get him in. Our pediatrician didn't see anything but is a believer in a mother's intuition and takes everything I say seriously so he referred me to an ear nose and throat specialist. The next week we traveled over an hour and the specialist said we would need a sleep test. At the time I didn't think anything of it. It's just one night with a few wires, right? Well it was only one night but a few wires is a severe understatement. Monday night we headed to the sleep institute in Maine. The lady their informed me she could hear us all the time and was watching us the whole time too. She also could monitor all of Coy's wires constantly. Nothing like sleeping knowing someone is watching you! Coy did an amazing job getting hooked up which I attribute to the blessing Travis gave him. I honestly didn't think he was my child during the whole hook up process, he just let her measure, poke, prod, and paste everything up with no problem. He had 4 sticky pads on his chin and on under his eye, he had over ten on his head attached with paste and tape and another 4 more on his chest. Two more on his legs and then two straps going around his body. Oh and one of the tip of his finger. After she hooked him up he layed down and went to sleep without any problems. It wasn't until the sleep test lady came in to hook up the nose detector that he woke up and started freaking out. He was in and out the first half of the night until he passed out for the last half. It was an exhausting adventurous night and we are glad it's over. As the sleep institute lady said, "If we never have to do that again it will be too soon."
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Oh poor little Coy! Sleep tests are hard enough for adults, much less a little guy that doesn't understand. I always feel bad for my patients in the ICU because we have nearly as much stuff hooked to them all the time.
When do you find out results?
I'm still laughing. Poor YOU! I'm glad that's it's over.
Holy Cow, Shannon! That may be my ultimate favorite picture EVER! What a great photo to keep forever and ever! What were the results? Is everything okay? Love the blog! Love you!
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