When we made our way back to the Nathan's room in the PICU, our jaws nearly hit the floor. Nathan was hooked up to so many tubes and wires. It would have been overwhelmingly shocking if the site of it wasn't so scary! It was one of those experiences where your heart just sinks and the pit of your stomach goes into a free-fall.
They had inserted a new chest tube. They also had to install a pacemaker because Nathan's heart had acquired an arrhythmic beat after it had been restarted after surgery. In addition, he also had a lot of IV ports for pain and heart medications, sedation, and antibiotics.
But among all the wires and tubes, the thing that stuck out most to me was the fact that Nathan's right leg was practically completely purple! It didn't fare well in the Cath Lab. It looked horrible. It looked nearly...well...dead. I was so worried that Nathan was going to lose his leg.
How did we arrive at this point? This wasn't supposed to happen. We had tried to be optimistic and full of faith that morning, but now, less than half a day later, our lives had been turned upside down...again...even more than it had been before.