Errol is keeping us on our toes. After a .25 mg injection of morphine Errol looked up at me, his eyes rolled up, and the color drained out of his face. Alarms started going crazy, the word DESAT flashed on the monitor, and six nurses, respiratory therapists, and doctors materialized out of nowhere. Errol had stopped breathing.
The respiration therapist threw a breathing bag over Errol's mouth and pumped and pumped until he started breathing on his own. The PICU staff is amazing, they didn't even flinch, they brought Errol back from the edge, and then went right back to work like it was no big deal.
Apparently, the narcotics put Errol and his lungs to sleep. There doesn't appear to be any structural problem with Errol, just a case of a little too much morphine. The nurses and doctors are keeping an even closer eye on Errol, and we'll all breath a little easier when the night is through.
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