Intensive care can be a good thing for some people

Overnight was a bit rough for Cutler as his battle with congestion continued and eventually lead to the addition of oxygen to his repertoire.  The congestion is a result of an ongoing battle against infection as well as the dieing white cells (a result of chemo).  Because of the congestion he simply wasn’t getting enough oxygen in his blood, but adding oxygen has helped him in this manner.

However, because of his declining ability to fight off infection he has been moved to the pediatric intensive care unit.  For some reason this has lifted his spirits.  Prior to the move Cutler was in a nondescript mood until the ride to the PICU.  It was like a switch that turned on and he started to smile and by the time we were situated in the new room he was fool of smiles, laughs, and wanting to play.  All of the nurses are quick to point out that if it weren’t for the blood work, they wouldn’t believe he is sick.  This makes us feel that much better about his strength and ability to win this fight.

The aggressive chemo continues and the output is proving it as we have full diaper after full diaper…which is a very good thing.  From what I have learned, this is the best way for the dead cells as well as the chemicals to exit the system.  The swollenness (I realize that isn’t a word, but can’t think of a better description) has reduced dramatically and he once again is our happy little man.  When he was born Mason insisted his name was Cutler Superbaby Fricke and so far, despite being early, he is yet to disappoint such an anointment.