I have a love/ hate relationship with Mr. Vent.
During one of Caleb's hospital stays for pneumonia, we were encouraged to bring him home on a ventilator. It was to be used primarily at night time to give his lungs a rest. I agonized over bringing it home. I wasn't sure that we wanted things to head in "that direction."
I hate that ventilators so often coinside with end of life. I hate that it might it mean making hard decisions in the future...
We carefully considered our goals with Caleb as we made our decision:
We want him to feel joy in his body.
We want him to be at home with us.
We decided to bring the ventilator home hoping it would help us reach those goals for our little boy.
Even though I hate what a ventilator sometimes stands for, I've developed more of a love/hate relationship with it.
Caleb has been battling pneumonia this week. I love that we've been able to stay at home. I love that we have the tools we need to help him recover in a cozy loving environment. He had a rough few days with a high respiratory and a high heart rate. He had blood coming out of his trach for almost 36 hours... yet, rather that spend the week or two in the hospital, we've been able to take care of him at home thanks to our ventilator.
We aren't able to stay away from the hospital for every illness, but our many machines have made it possible to stay at home more often.
Thank you Mr. Vent, for being the friend that I love to hate.