My oxygen needs were up today. They gave me a blood test and noticed that my red blood cells, the cells that carry oxygen, were down. I had a blood transfusion and tonight they flipped me over on my tummy (my favorite) and my oxygen needs went down. I'm doing great! I'm calm and resting quietly!
On a completely random note, Dad noticed that everyone at the NICU calls my stomach a "tummy." No matter who's talking; nurse, respiratory therapist, or doctor, they'll use huge 20-30 letter words and then tummy in the same sentence! "Well Mr. Pollock, it seems that Stone's hemocrit is off, and his FIO-2's are a bit high, but his Patent Ductus Arteriosis is closed and he is stooling. We've just fed him 54 cc's of fortified breast milk and vented his O.G. tube, so his little tummy should feel just fine." It just cracks Dad up, but he has kind of a weird sense of humor.
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